He was once the midday sun Shining Blinding He stays aloof and distant In the middle of the sky
Now he is old And tired Resting on the nearby hilltop Look over The children on the playground
Having exhausted most of his energy Only the red light remains Weak, yet warm Soft, yet penetrating Calm, yet fiery
He wishes You could come out of your house Stand in the open So he could embrace you With his last rays
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