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Red is the Sun
I run up the sandy shore,
My day at the beach spent.
At the hilltop sits a young woman,
The book at her side unread.
She sits watching the sun,
Sinking into the sea.
I ask her what she's doing,
And she starts to cry.
"I'm losing my sight,' she says,
"I'm going blind"
I say I'm sorry,
"They always are."
I say nothing,
See that the sun has dipped down far.
It's almost gone,
The twilight so near.
As for the girl,
She shed her final tears.
For now, at least.
I watch the dying sunlight turn the sky red,
And think back to something,
My mother always said.
"You never know how much time you have left"
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