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.
This poem is about:
Me
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