8/29/2021 mother, my motherso the sun sets on you and i.
theres heartbreak in welcoming the night when you’ve only ever known the day and mother, my mother there is heartache in losing you. a cloudless twilight consumes the sky, nightshadely blue fades to an endless amber hue, and for just a moment it resembles your iris in the light. so the sun sinks on you and i. my gradient view morphs to a broken ultramarine. there is no comfort in an unfamiliar night, and mother, my mother, I’m doubtful the sun will again rise. Comments are closed.
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