So another day
has come and gone
The longest
day of the brightening sun
Yet no one
called; no one showed
For the
funeral of the strongest bird
It used to
soar, it used to glide
To shine
bright in the morning sky
And glitter
with the morning due
As it
settles, hidden in the branches
It died
alone, sunk in deep
At the end
of the horizon of the world
If you raise
your sails, you’ll see it
Melting in
the dark horizon
Red and
blue, like the dark and a glow
The longest
day withered so soon
The brightening
sun, like an Eagle; high
Enclosed its
cape of wild grey on the mourned on world
Like a
summer’s breeze, short and soothing
Cold and
shivery, the sun went out
The grey
went black, and the cape kept stretching
Until there
was no more "A Sun" and no more “A World”
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