O Sole Mio Poem by Brian Taylor

O Sole Mio



It’s a sobering thought
that the sun will go out.
Not like a spluttering candle
leaving its smoky trail
in a small corner
of a cottage room.

But in a vast, terminal blaze-up;
leaving huge clouds of smoke
in a tiny corner
of an infinite universe.

Monday, July 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sunset
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