Dread
By Jewels5150
The sun, it sets down beyond the horizon; earlier and earlier each night. Likewise my heart deep within me begins to sink. Oh blessed, happy, bright days of summer where have you gone? Soon the days will begin to have a chill in them; as my spirit also grows cold. Grayness, emptiness, darkness and death; my entire being reflects this heaviness. Wracked with pain and sorrow, I weep. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 03:04 PM PST 0 • 1
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"The sun, it sets down beyond the horizon;..."