Wednesday, December 7, 2016

As the Sunset starts to change

Today the sunset is
nothing like it was
yesterday – a bliss,
today it’s but a mirage...
Of reality, and as such,
not a very good one.
Yet everything’s so true to touch,
and feel, and love.
May it all be but a dream?
I start to swirl and spin,
and to compensate the fear,
I collapse into myself within.
No, still wide awake,
I can not feel this sunset.
But it can’t be fake,
and so the sun will set...
And paint the sky with colors
that I somehow can not read.
So it must be me ...
For mirrors of ourself, its said
Are everything.
And therefore sad

is this sunsets fling.

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