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Sasha Hurst Poetry
Sun
Sun rises, the day a page in the book of life, yet to be written.
Colors in the sky, seen only by those who rise early.
Sun, slowly climbing the sky.
Shadows dance between the trees.
After some time, the sun reaches zenith.
Looking down on everyone, sending its rays.
Sun then gets tired and begins its descent back down. Looking at the earth.
Soon the sun reaches the horizon, or another man's zenith.
Upon arriving to the horizon it shows its pink, wonderful colors to the world. It then falls asleep, to do the same thing once more tomorrow.
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