//Sun sick//
I await in the gloomy sunshine
For you , my lost piece.
I lay lazy in the summer days
And the tranquil breeze.
Still I gaze at the road
And the skies of course.
For you to come,my eyes
Awaiting in remorse.
The poetry of the earth is never dead
But the poets words that fade.
You know the truth epigone.
My heart knows you're gone.
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