A Death In The Dark - Poem by Rowving Smith
The solitary bird
Flying towards the sinking sun...?
You wondered aloud
Whether it will get there
Before the sun sets
I was worried about
The bird getting burned
If it gets too close
Think you won
It got too dark
Too soon to see the bird at all....!
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