Losing you every day with the sunset
As the horizon turns crimson in the West, a dull gloom spreads inside me; like it’s not the sun I am losing sight of, but you. And I know what comes next: A moonless night with dead stars. I keep flailing my arms but you don’t notice. And I sink lower into oblivion.
As the horizon turns crimson in the West, a dull gloom spreads inside me; like it’s not the sun I am losing sight of, but you. And I know what comes next: A moonless night with dead stars. I keep flailing my arms but you don’t notice. And I sink lower into oblivion.
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God, this is such a beautiful interpretation. I am almost envious that I didn't come up with it first :-P
ReplyDelete@Raajii: He he he! Thank you so much! :)
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