Wondering Paradise


On the bus to work

Out the window the sun rises


The sky doesn’t have the same colors

The suns burns different over the mountains

It glistens off the Pacific’s warm waters


I remember waking up on the beach

With the city at our backs

The world felt miles away

Our own paradise


But the sun sets on the horizon

It too set on our story

And our paradise was lost


Day #311 SJD © 2019 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved

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