The insistent sun goes down
without memory or friends
Its presents wrapped in colors
have all been opened
asking nothing in return
Belligerent beings take them
thinking they are stones
and re-wrap them in the color
of the night
without memory or friends
Its presents wrapped in colors
have all been opened
asking nothing in return
Belligerent beings take them
thinking they are stones
and re-wrap them in the color
of the night