i stare at the orange sun
shining bright on the rim of the horizon
near the end of the day
my eyes blinded by its light
too bright to resist
i have to look
knowing such beauty will cause me harm
but i'd rather look at it with naked eyes
than through a pair of sunglasses 
that will block all the wondrous rays
shooting into my pupils
so don't expect me to
listen to Beethoven's symphony
with earplugs in

i look further up
a JET shoots across the silky smooth sunset sky
scratching a trail of white smoke behind
like a paper cut
bleeding of white pus
opening up the wound
of the darkening day
within the blue orange dome of the world

then suddenly out pours
a flock of crows
flying high
covering the sky with their little bodies
flapping their wings in flight
like tiny black stars twinkling in the sun
they're so tiny
yet so noticeable
they add a little life into
the wounded sky
the sinking sun
with the trees below
and the ocean above
making this scene
so memorable
everything's so perfect

except the bleeding cut

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