My Sun Dips LowA Poem by Chops
My sun has moved well past overhead.
Indeed, it may be close to dipping into the horizon. Sometimes the sun sets quickly. Sometimes the orange ball seems to hang interminably Just before its parting. But whenever my sun sets The air will quickly chill in twilight. Darkness will envelope And I will be still and done. © 2023 Chops |
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Added on March 3, 2023 Last Updated on March 3, 2023 |