Beaming down at us
He lights
The Earth
With his warmth
Sometimes he's too close
Or too far
He moves
With the seasons
He just wants some fun
He's lonely
Alone
In our skies
The stars are too far,
And the Moon?
Too close
He would burn us.
He drifts closer
Realizes
Backs off
But it takes time
He drifts farther
We get cold
But he
Can't stay away
The middle is perfect
Hardly seen
Fall, spring
But then it's gone
It's all an illusion
He's stuck
Rotating
A ball of gas
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Poems of All Ages and Colors:
PoetryA series of poems written by myself, with no general pattern or structure. What will you get from them? Let me know if you have any suggestions/poems, as well as what you got from the poem! Nothing's wrong, it's subjective, though I do have a meanin...
