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Writer's pictureLeo Phillip

Where the Sun Dies

What if today

The golden sun darken

The shimmering blue sky turned grey

The vividly red cardinal stopped its song

Familiar sounds of comfort were deafly obstinate

The surge of fear commenced

The pride of spirit froze

The perception of pain became a pleasure

The last orison was said.

Vision becomes obscured by a veil of abrupt hail.

Plunged into the land

What he has lost can no longer be found.

The twinkle has met its demise.

It will cease to exist.

Lost in reverie

One may attempt to acquest without guarantee.

The shattered body cannot heal.

It is the end.

Left breathless without dismay,

Find me where the sun dies.

–Leo Ferreira

Tuesday 27th May 2014 16:50

Updated Saturday 09th May 23:06

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