As long as the sun still stubbornly
rises from the ashes -
day after day, dragging herself
across the wide and unforgiving sky,
yearning to meet her lover at the horizon,
only to bleed herself empty of the gold in her
in the final moments,
so will we keep rising and falling...
rising and falling...
For what we know to be true
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
As long as the sun still stubbornly
rises from the ashes -
day after day, dragging herself
across the wide and unforgiving sky,
yearning to meet her lover at the horizon,
only to bleed herself empty of the gold in her
in the final moments,
so will we keep rising and falling...
rising and falling...
For what we know to be true
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