Sunsets

The sun and I,

Are one.

 

Both receiving gifts from the other,

Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream.

 

The sun and I are one,

And the sun gifts me sunsets.

 

Sunsets that give me,

Life in the darkest times.

 

My blood cells pound

With the colors.

 

The sun and I are one,

And therefore I am alive.

 

 

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