The sun doesn't set anymore to me.
It only rises, and I only see her occasionally when she's off for work and going about her day. I find comfort in all of the blue with gold clouds. It's all in her eyes. The wind blows as she speaks and I feel like I can breathe because she may not understand it all, but she understands me.
My sister hugs me - the sunrise hugs me, and it's like a warm breeze.
YOU ARE READING
The Swallows and the Sunsets
PoetryI tend to find meanings in things not intended to have one.
