On the Fading Desert Sun
Beauty is a tyrant that no longer threatens.
As walls weathered his last orange breath,
Glass windows mirror a ruler
Still proud, but beaten.
Where before he dictates
Who goes when and where and how,
Joggers pass by, gasping,
But no longer because of him.
An old man dares to bring a sweater,
Emboldened by the night winds that vowed to come.
Children's laughter are taunting
As they played in the sand.
In a park bench, I paid my respects
While the cold breeze calmed him to sleep.
With him, gone in the dark
Are struggles of the summer past.
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As walls weathered his last orange breath,
Glass windows mirror a ruler
Still proud, but beaten.
Where before he dictates
Who goes when and where and how,
Joggers pass by, gasping,
But no longer because of him.
An old man dares to bring a sweater,
Emboldened by the night winds that vowed to come.
Children's laughter are taunting
As they played in the sand.
In a park bench, I paid my respects
While the cold breeze calmed him to sleep.
With him, gone in the dark
Are struggles of the summer past.
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Get Paid to Write Articles
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