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Sun Too Needs a Savior
Where does the selfless sun hide when heavens r a i n bloodstones? Burned and inscribed, from monsoon monsters, gnawing at our bones, the shimmering darkness imbibed, If only drifting shades of gray, where the tempests of hell sway, would hear the hymns I sleep to when the clouds steal on cue the soul of illuminating skies. I listen to the echoing symphony of s i l e n t sighs, convincing soothingly, pulling me back to soar new h i g h s amongst electric choirs, as angels swiftly swing, on saffron strings, to the bass of cellos rising, above tuscan tambourines. Yet, I keep drowning in needless tears, from pearlized ponds of fears, seeing life as how it has always been forged, a disappointment fed through filthy forks, who’ve gorged on the first of every scintillating ray of light. But, what if the sun, too, needs a savior? Like an eternal gem that beams upon dreary dawns set upon her draining every heavy lampshade of s t a r s within spheres of novae, lest the opulence give way to bruise and decay. Perhaps, grim gales gusting in wrathful bursts shall finally be the serenity I need for I’ve tilled every field of hurts like raspberry from the scent of rose water, For sometimes, that’s all it takes, heeding to freeze through malevolent thorns in icy lakes.
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