Saturday, 3 July 2010


When the sun rose this morning I felt inspired; I felt inspired to stare, gaze in wonderment. Now I can't see a blithering thing.

I need to recover my sight for the sunset. I love sunsets; I watch until the sun has gone and only the dark circle etched on my retina remains as a visual echo.

I wait for morning and the new sunrise.

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