The sun
rides in
crushing
clouds
beneath
its feet,
the solitary
sentry
of light.
Stars
are on patrol,
scouting
in other pastures,
for now
and here
this is
day.
Tomorrow
arrives
making history
of the night,
the
joys and sorrows
of
dreaming
and
lost moments.
Tomorrow
arrives
with its
mountains
and the
sweetmeats
of
colour.
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