Red-orange sky

Bites the dusk

As the sun from afar

Appears seasick, drowning

In the blue waters

But not dying

Only sleeping

For a night’s best rest.

You think he got tired shining

For your heaven’s sake?

No! He just collected

The weight of all your worries

In both his boldness

And weakness

And hid them, willingly,

In pure darkness.

(This poem is written by one of my favorite classmates and bro from my college journalism class. Thanks for sharing this poem lmc and thanks for being a friend.)
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