Buried Sun, why do you run
Where do you hide

Your colors paint my town
When you come around

My pulse beats fast but my temper slows
My frown rises as my temperature grows

Love a rainbow clouding the view
It stretches beyond the ends horizon too

Buried Sun, you are no fun
When you travel to the dark side

© Delia Ross. 2019

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