Setting Sun

by Trevor   Mar 20, 2005


Pleasure fades like the setting sun
There one minute sure, bright and brilliant
The next the sun sets on the world
Leaving us in black darkness
Our happiness is that sun
leaving us, our souls wander in darkness
Coming and going
bright to dark
happy to sad
These nights grow longer
My sun refuses to rise on this dark soul

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