The mind controls the rays of sunshine until the sun stops shining and the mind starts dying.
Shining high and bright with all its might the rays of sunshine not resting till night
The sun shining high with all its might looses the fight between it and the night
The sun is dead and so is the mind those beautiful rays of sunshine are no longer mine.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I've written that I probably find heavily cringe and wish I never wrote them
