Days like these
When you haven't the time
to notice the sun.
And you haven't the breath
for the sun to notice you.
Days like these
When you've missed the mellowing,
orange of the sky.
And you've missed the gentle
wisp and pop
as gloom's breath quells its flame.
Days like these
you have yet to miss.
Yet, the sun
again
will
set.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Days like these
When you haven't the time
to notice the sun.
And you haven't the breath
for the sun to notice you.
Days like these
When you've missed the mellowing,
orange of the sky.
And you've missed the gentle
wisp and pop
as gloom's breath quells its flame.
Days like these
you have yet to miss.
Yet, the sun
again
will
set.
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