Oh my sweet sun goddess
Bringer of the sun
Ender of the winter
Of which over my mind has hung
You bring me great bounties
Of happiness and ease
Bringing me comfort
Of freedom of disease
But you must depart
Bitter-sweet sadness grows
But i know you will be back
With your shining face of gold
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Short Poems
PuisiI liked the format Neil Hillborn used, and I wanted to try it myself.
