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Chasing The Sun
Sun A. Vornbrock |
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I run after it,
But it unremittingly spills behind the horizon
I run along side it,
But it only stands still
And yet it beats me to the finish line.
The long rays that break through the gray clouds
Make the sun seem physical
As if I could take it into my arms and hold it eternally.
But it is strung up in front of me,
Out of my reach, mocking me.
Chasing the sun
It seems like a silly game
But contentment will come with it
So my heart thumps at every stride I take towards it
But with every stride it gets farther away.
The sun plays these games with me
It shines its warm rays down on me
And I submissively reach out with extended hopes
Once again my embrace fails to catch the elusive sun.
I am the sun's fool.
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