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I watched the sun receding from my view
And thought of things I never chanced to do
Or didn’t have the stones to follow through

The crimson clouds were like a healing wound
A perfect dewy rose just freshly pruned
Too pure and free to ever be impuned.

Existence seems to be an endless Why
A long travail, in the blinking of an eye
As unknown as the enigmatic sky

I watch the sun receding from my view
Aware that precious moments are too few
And wish that I was sharing it with you.