Death of a Perfect Day
She smiles at me through crimson skies
with passion burning in her weary eyes.
This day has a perfect aura
A perfect sun, today to savour.
Each dying second gives a moment pause
Its almost time, she will not last.
This day will make a sure descend
and be replaced by a mistress's shadow soon.
Say your good-byes and wave to her now
A sudden end, no more time will allow.
The death of the day breathes life for another
Tommorow be blessed to see one other.
Another just as kind as she
still I fear it will not be
as the perfect one I knew
The sun may yet rise again
- Its the death of a perfect day.
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