I have suffered tragedies of sunsets. / They bleed more colour than I ever will be capable of doing. / In the presence of the sun, / I have tried to be envious, / but in every dip of its ethereal body, / into the horizon / — when it rests, / rolls back home — / I am stunned into an unspeakable silence. / And I don't envy. / It's tragic to admit that I ache. / I ache, and I ache.
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PoetryPOETRY. we are more astronomical than any word in the world tells us. we are mankind. cover art, AYA TAKANO © 2021, khadija faleel.
