A day of your sun
OLD HABITS DIE HARD....WHAT I THOUGHT WAS DEAD DID RISE AGAIN....
The trees stretched their necks to kiss,
The sun that rose for you in the mornings,
Who blazed in noon pining for you,
And at dusk tired of waiting,
He drowned in the sea of his tears.
The trees stretched their necks to kiss,
The sun that rose for you in the mornings,
Who blazed in noon pining for you,
And at dusk tired of waiting,
He drowned in the sea of his tears.
Who wrote this poem. It's good
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