The clouds aren't a metaphor
And the rain isn't usually pleasant
Nor is it welcome.
Just like how the winds
Shouldn't be too strong
Or too timid.
The sunshine, however,
Is always wanted
Always bright
And always loved
What is it with the sun?
What is it with its sunshine?
What is it with you?
What is it with your smile?
What is it with your smile
That radiates so bright
And oh it looks so lovely
Just like the rays of sunshine?
What is it with you?
What is it with your presence?
What is it with your existence
That I always seek,
Desired and loved?
Just like the sun?
YOU ARE READING
Life? Life.
PoetryThis is for the lost times in where I found myself. [COMPLETE ✔️] • highest ranking #2 in Poetry - 01/09/17 for ratings and reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40609222-life-life
