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Jes Garr
Ever see how the sun bleeds
at the end of the day?
Seems full of sorrow;
red bleeding into orange,
orange burning to yellow,
yellow fading away.
Sorrowful,
not wanting to leave.
For the night to come
the glory of the moon to shine.
Pay attention to how the moon gloats;
Shining white, bright, blinding.
Stars twinkle in the sky,
as they laugh.
Miserable sun.

Published by Jes Garr

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  • Linda Ann Nickerson12/1/2007

    Now, that's a new angle. Well done.

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