January 21, 2008
Darkness is a pitch black blanket
waiting to cover you in absolute stillness.
The sun creeps
down beneath the tired hills.
It drops from the sky like falling smoke,
A smoldered fire inching around
each part of the land,
As if the wind itself was fading away.
And as the sun flickers one last time
it sets beyond the horizon,
As if its suffering has finally come to an end

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