Sky breaker you
have broken my sky,
I live in a world of sunsets
yearning for dawn.
There is no day or night here,
just the sun in a constant setting,
a red stone in the golden hue
of the evening.
When the cool breeze blows
I think of your hair in the wind,
those ochre eyes, and
cherry blossom lips.
My open wounds bleed a lament
into the stream of a carmine sun,
as your arrows that have pierced me
sink deeper still.
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