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53. Yet still the sun rises © 29 November 2017 |
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(The form chosen for this week is the ghazal) |
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The new born baby cried, yet still the sun rises. The old man slowly died, yet still the sun rises. First day at school with pencil, paper, books, and lunch; In tears and petrified, yet still the sun rises. They called it puppy love; perhaps that’s what it was. She dreamed of being a bride, yet still the sun rises. The marriage didn’t work; they drifted far apart. Divorce was justified, yet still the sun rises. The pattern of the days, forever monotone, In dreary waves of tide, yet still the sun rises. The leaders of our world dropped bombs on each other. Nothing left………………………… yet still the sun rises. |