Sun of a Beach

Why is it always like that?
You are flying away
And I’m the one who is left with a jet lag.

Thinking of who sets the bets,
I don’t regret anything
Other than drinking.

When darkness still shines from within,
You are my sun that unveils.

One just doesn’t get racked in between
Splendid illusions and bold fairy-tales.

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