Setting sun You're on the run: Late afternoon And gone so soon! What are you scared of? What's the rush?
Is it the spears of light that shine Back at you from rock and bush? Is it the dark creeping up on you Or bad news from the depths of night That makes you want to hide your light?
Or is it this girl, more beautiful Than rain in the season of drought, whose grace Is greater by far than the subtle pace Of a passing cloud when it's nudged by the wind? When you and she exchanged glances just now, It was you who grew pale, it was you who shrank From the gleam in her eye and the glow of her smile.
Setting sun You're on the run: Late afternoon And gone so soon! Have you gone To warn the moon That she must face This greater grace?
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