A tiring sun

Each morning it crawls dim with tire
Fighting through nights doused in a fire
And careless we ignore its face
As it burns down till the final trace

Some worship its immortal blaze
Yet shelter their skins from its glaze
But fail to hear its dying screams
As it drowns hopeful;again,we’ll wake from our
dreams

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