The Sun
I feel like the sun burning and in place
While all the world turns around
Alone in unending darkness of an empty space
And no one on the earth can hear my sound
I feel like the burning ball of fire
Burn myself to give your world some light
Wait for me to bring a brand-new day
But someone please come save me from the night
I forever burn for you I give your moon its glow
Your sun is all I ever oath to be
How much my flames burn me, you will never know
'Cause you found another light that replaced me
Lara Houssami
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.