Her Sun
My world is in darkness,
Lit only by the stars.
The trees stand as lifeless figures;
longing for the magic of photosynthesis.
The hills lie in despair;
looking like giant bodies scattered all around.
Everything in my world is in darkness:
Waiting desperately for the sun to rise in my life.
The sunrise of love,
To light my world,
And bring out the colour in my life.
I await for the day the sun will rise,
For I am but a faceless shadow,
Longing for her.
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