A tired sun rose above the sands
time flows like grains through it's hands
flying alone through it's eternity
all else perished, ceased to be
No more trees, bushes or grass
And yet unable to break it's path
It drained all others scorchin in wrath
stopping all things before they become
it journeys onwards – a merciless one.
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