The last sunray
- Francesca
- Jul 21, 2020
- 1 min read
Sipping wine,
keeping the balance
between what I lost and did not find.
With the sun already gone,
I am locked out of my home.
You have the key.
Bring it back to me.
I should get a new one,
but in my hand
there’s only a gun.
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