It ain't sunshine,
Sunshine is bright and unapologetic
It's warm
It sparkles along water
Reaches out across the world and
Always comes back
But a candle flame.
A flame is small and flickers
It burns
It suffocates amidst winds and rains
Curls back onto itself and
Goes out in a dance of smoke
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Poetry
Poetry"I don't like poetry. I don't like reading it, I don't like writing it. I'm not a poet." Copyrights - All rights reserved.
