Sun felt particularly gloomy this morning
Dark grey, blotchy and navy caressing deep orange
I closed my eyes and it burned red, behind sight.
Yes, the sun felt particularly gloomy this morning
But it kept burning and blazing, burning and blazing,
in ways, that it looked blessed by heavens, and cursed by hell.
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