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The sun
is a flaming globe
in the sky,
an unblinking eye
that traces our lands.
*
It warms
our skin
and brightens
our days,
and if you look
directly at it,
it forces you to
look away.
*
It rises from
one horizon
and lowers from
another,
never waiting
for us to
be ready.
*
And leaving
us to await
its return
on another
bright day.
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Comments (2)
Just beautiful. I love the way this mirrors your other poem, "Moon" - you should link that one here!
I don't wait for it's return. I wish it never arrives. Then we'd all freeze over hehehehe 😈😈😈