The Sun has shed her light,
Down she goes,
Spilling bright tears,
As she bows her fiery head.
Her retinue of glowing golden girls,
Have faded into orange yellows,
Leaning into each other,
Melting into a pale pink,
Covered by a brave purple.
And if you don't look deep,
You won't see the last part of her golden glow.
Weakly spanning-
As she tells us bye
Letting the darkness rise,
Because tomorrow she will come again,
Rising in her full glory,
To send her blazing sparks at us.
At least I know
That this relationship is forever
Even when she's gone.
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Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
