Saturday, May 1, 2010

Sunset

The sun slips into its envelope of grey cloud

This perfect circle of red

Mocking the imperfections of humankind

I watch it fall

Painstakingly slow into the horizon

Away from my grasp,

Away from my presence

I know it will be back

And I know I will see it again

But it doesn’t make a difference

Because it still will be dark until tomorrow.

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