Sunset
The day ends,
like all the days.
The sun sends
his final rays.
“To bed!” they cry
as darkness looms.
The children lie
in silent rooms.
“Sweet dreams!” they call.
But who can sleep?
As down the wall
the shadows creep.
All is silent.
All is black.
“Oh, sun, come back!
Come back!
Come back!”
Giants
Somewhere
up there,
Sunset
The day ends,
like all the days.
The sun sends
his final rays.
“To bed!” they cry
as darkness looms.
The children lie
in silent rooms.
“Sweet dreams!” they call.
But who can sleep?
As down the wall
the shadows creep.
All is silent.
All is black.
“Oh, sun, come back!
Come back!
Come back!”
Giants
Somewhere
up there,
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