the hiding sun

the sun glistening,

on this pale ocean,

reflects strands of hair.

 

A snippet of hair

flying, swirling; takes a long dip

In this deep, dark broth.

 

Turning clock-wise

And anti-clockwise,

In forming little circles

the strands form the sun.

 

Curtained-hair veils,

the dark shadows,

laying black shadows on

The living river.

 

Tears never run dry

 

In this hollow city of ours

which illuminates in grief.

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