The sun
It dazzles and gleam, all day showing off its beauty. Dare look at it, it blinds you. A huge Sphere smocking all day long. Always moving and shining somewhere on earth. It reaches out.
“Look at me.” it says. Yet no reply.
Taken for nothing.
Tags: philana, Poem, sun, writer
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