by Marissa
What could
In this world be
More beautiful than a sunset
More gentle than the sea
But what is as gloomy
As the dark rivers of past
Steadily flowing into the sea
To meet our friend the sunset
At last
For when the past of a troubled one
Meets the beauty of the setting sun
This black sunset shows its warmth
As our cold dark past is done
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