The rising sun

The sun also rises
And the meadows rise
The light shone far
But alight it was
Scarred, skinned, nailed so hard
Death was near
Yet life there was
Glorious, gorgeous is she not
Yet beautiful she was
No hoax no wrong
Sun goes beyond, evening it was
Light does not leaves
The moon trails behind.

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