The sun hangs high, a golden blaze,
Filling the sky with unblinking gaze.
It watches over the land, fierce and bold,
Turning the ground to burnished gold.
Each leaf withers in its burning glare,
As shadows shrink, nowhere to spare.
The sun, a ruler, fierce and bright,
Holds the day in endless light.
Posted in response to the challenge Sun.
I remember the day you picked me out,
A shimmer on your wrist, young and proud.
The world was bright; you were full of dreams,
With laughter and plans bursting at the seams.
When the echoes of voices have softened their sound,
And the campaign signs come down from the ground,
We’re left in the quiet, in the soft light of dawn,
To mend what is fractured, to carry on.
The sun was setting, casting an amber glow over the street as I waited on the worn wooden bench at the bus stop. My eyes were drifting along the cracks in the pavement when I noticed someone sitting down beside me.
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