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A withering sun

Venturing outside

Out of the blue

I see the World once more

Nothing takes off

The nook of change

A maneuver so valuable as

The opening of eyes, as

Sharp as a stormy rain,

Also, in the West

The Sun breaks up into the ocean.

First star shows its light

Beaming into emptiness

An ordinary Sunday comes to an end.

emptiness echoes and light flickers

filling out a blackened soul.