Ephemeral

The sun dies and my day ends

leaving alone the grieve of horizon

Leaves will fall in the season of drought

leaving the seeds lying on a bare ground

And the earth still believes in eternity

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while everything becomes finite at her sight

Rivers think the sky will cry over their streams

while the trees deny immortality

And now, universe puts the blame on me

when I sent the sunset away

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