Cold Sun
The Sun shone over the treetops,But Crisp-its rays do feel.No warmth to melt the frost of night, Nor thawing balm to heal.
Its bitter greeting- foul and false-Welcomes me with a sneer.My realization of its act,Brings neither joy nor cheer.
And as the sun lays down for night,Its final rays Deceiving-Reveals the cruelty of winter,Its phony light- Receding.
Its bitter greeting- foul and false-Welcomes me with a sneer.My realization of its act,Brings neither joy nor cheer.
And as the sun lays down for night,Its final rays Deceiving-Reveals the cruelty of winter,Its phony light- Receding.
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