Desolate burnt out sun circle
rests on a point
over tangent of horizon,
a flock of birds
flies over vast watery expanse of ocean
on way to night lodging.
Morning thru noon thru evening
poor sun had been
burning burning burning
turning into embodiment of agony
bearing unbearable torture,
charred body, blistered soul
in desperate search of solace
sun is ready to leap into ocean.
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