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Oct 2010
Sun Sets as I descend
From the clouds, passing vapors
The last light of day
Disappearing beyond the distant
horizon. All day graced by
its light. I realize it's almost
gone. Yet though I regret
my lack of appreciation.
The Suns final moments
are its most beautiful moments.
The Sun will rise again
It doesn't hold grudges

So are God's mercies new
every morning. Tomorrow
when i see the sun rise
it will remind me of
That awesome fact.
Written by
Mark Rossol
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