The Setting Sun

There is something about
the setting sun.
Day is done
night coming on
and having to bid farewell
to a loving friend--
the sun I hold so dear.
Light has always been
my comfort
for darnkness comes
and suddenly
all the fears
the sad times I've known
come back into my world
and linger there
until the morning comes
and the brilliant sun
chases away those fears
those sad, unhappy memories
that invade at night.
I know we need the dark
the sun has other places
it has to be--
but oh sometimes I wish so much
the sun would always
just stay and comfort me.

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