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I was riding my scarlet horse towards the skies of glory
when an arrow was shut from nowhere,
nowhere that has colour.
My horse died. And the golden skies turned
into the colour of my blood.

(from Sogol Sur: Sorrows of the Sun)

Sorrows of the Sun

(Reading poetry at Munich Octoberfest)

Sogol Sur “Sorrows of the Sun” with more of her wonderful poetry can be bought here.

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