Setting sun

They say a setting sun is done.

But what if my sun runs and runs.

A day that is never done.

A memory I can’t run from.

Even though I’ve tried to die.

And I have cried, yes I have cried.

Still each new year I find I sigh.

For a memory that will not die.




20 thoughts on “Setting sun

  1. I’m sorry you are sad. 😦

    I have to ask though…do you see the face in the pic? It’s a weird one though, with big lips and little eyes.

    Also, when I read your title, I thought about how when the sun sets it is always rising somewhere else.

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