Look East to the sunrise, into the nascent glowing
And westward the sunset, to anticipate the gloaming
Sunrise, sunset, the marking of the days
Time rides on a ball of fire and marches on its rays
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Look East to the sunrise, into the nascent glowing
And westward the sunset, to anticipate the gloaming
Sunrise, sunset, the marking of the days
Time rides on a ball of fire and marches on its rays
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saying “i love this!” sounds dull after the poem itself =) but it’s true! a golden sentence or two
And you managed to say so in meter and with rhyme!