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Blinded by the Setting Sun

Blinded by the Setting Sun

Blinded by the Setting Sun

Between trees
beyond tall grass
up above, on a hill –
silent and waiting,
he stalks.

At dusk, she climbs
to reach the hilltop;
eyes of a stranger
greet her, he smiles –
no one heard her
screams, as he
savagely, grisly beat her –
raped her –

blinded by the sunlight,
between trees –
she – can’t recall his
face.

Resting on a maple leaf
a robin sings –

as a robin’s wings
beats its’ breast.

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