Alas!
The Sun has set.
It is dusk and
A promise looms over the horizon.
Alas!
My despair won't leave me,
It tells me of the
Crispness of the sunlight
After a morning shower.
Promise that the Sun will
Again rise tomorrow.
Again there will be dusk
With a unknown promise.
That there will be
Despair,
Although...
Now it feels sweet.
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