Sun Burnt Thoughts

February 26, 2016

I wither like the sun

Dance around life

Being me

Being someone else

I bloom like the moon

Shining across the universe

Eyes filled with endless galaxies

I step on thin ice

The heart of others

Are fragile as clouds

Swaying, changing, moving

I deliver my last rites

Spread my ashes

Amongst the sea

Where the sun will

Shine down on where

I have withered like the sun

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