THE MELTING OF SUNRISE

Wind paused,
forgetting which way east was.
Without the sun watching,
I couldn’t tell either.
As the warmth draping over
pale silhouette died down,
I would never hear
the whining of the cold.
Into the sunset,
the melting of sunrise—
moulded into salty little drops.

© Gheeneil

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