Sunsets

January 20, 2019

The sun and I,

Are one.

Both receiving gifts from the other,

Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream.

The sun and I are one,

And the sun gifts me sunsets.

Sunsets that give me,

Life in the darkest times.

My blood cells pound

With the colors.

The sun and I are one,

And therefore I am alive.

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