Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Sun

The sun shines atlast, bright and dazzling;
blinding me to everything else
its rays kissing every bit of my skin,
As I greedily drink it in, scorching my throat, blistering;
lying back on the hot fissured ground, in a timeless bliss,
I relive the dream endlessly;
slowly dusk sets in, the retreating sun more beautiful than ever
as it leaves behind the longing for another day, another new promise

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