Mild colors bringing the night. Of it remains a day lived that dodged me. Of that dying sun I bring mere shine but not its heat, that I watched it pass by.
I’ve grown with the expansion of what lessens in the shade. I burst out. Reflected beyond the orthodox, lived slowly for fearing the arrival to the terminus of whatever it was I was feeling.
And, lo and behold, I arrived. And she passed. And it ended.