Poetry :: Cynthia Pelayo

Afterglow
by Cynthia Pelayo

As soon as I wake the sun is dying
No matter what you believe that orb is the ultimate trickster
Making you promises that its brilliance will give you solace
It moves from you, slipping away and falling behind
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Read the rest and several others by Pelayo on Danse Macabre #90 online.