Where the Sun Dies
- Leo Phillip
- May 10, 2020
- 1 min read
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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