Brilliant light,
oh so bright,
when in sight,
it bends the night.
Seen through June,
it marks afternoon,
which will disappear soon,
and be replaced by the moon.
A boiling ball of fire,
flames of desire,
heat to admire,
hotter than a bonfire.
Biggest star in the sky,
in darkness it is shy,
not even a rocket can fly,
it will always go by.
Nothing can beat,
its astounding heat,
that stands trillions of feet,
in its rotating seat.
Morning will come,
the birds will hum,
as night will succumb,
to the dawns early glum.
Oh valliant sun of red,
the nighttime we dread,
the brightness you spread,
make up for the words you never said.
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I'm Not Alone, The Darkness Is Here Too. (Poems)
PoetrySome of these make no sense, I just did this to take a break from my Alice in Wonderland story. COMING SOON! A series of random poems that formed in my head. Remember that loneliness is the darkest entity.
