I Want to be the Sun by Berly
a red rose drops its petals
a yellow birch loses its leaves
a baby bird leaves the only home it knows
—the sun still rises
I spend the day under white cotton sheets
I let the shadows stay in my room
I decorate my vanity with decayed petals
—the sun still rose
can I be this unfazed?
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