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Sun vs Clouds
The Sun died this morning, the clouds got their way,
How fitting an end to start a new day.
With the final key, she said good bye, the salted mixture escaping an eye.
All the words deleted,
an extinguished fire, no flame,
The passion, the lust will never be the same.
The Sun died this morning.
How fitting an end to start a new day.
With the final key, she said good bye, the salted mixture escaping an eye.
All the words deleted,
an extinguished fire, no flame,
The passion, the lust will never be the same.
The Sun died this morning.
Published 6th May 2019
| Edited 7th May 2019
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SC, you can’t lose what you never had.
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Anonymous
23rd Jul 2019 9:04pm
Isn’t it interesting how the sun dies every day but seldom writes poems. Human differ.
-M
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