Love


We head towards the direction of the setting sun
Striving to catch its beam in our hands
Shielding our eyes from its brightness
As we continue on down the path of the setting sun
We cross over mountains, through counties, across the plains, through valleys, and as far as we can reach
Only to realize that we can bask in its warmth but never hold it close
For despite the light it givesTo become to close is death

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