The Sun rises in the sky,
A King ascending to his throne.
He bathes his kingdom
In his warm protective light,
Providing life and heat to all.
He casts away shadows, exposing truths.
At night he retires
And gives way to his Queen.
-J.M.
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PoetryThis will be a collection of poems that I have written. everything is subject to editing. Thanks for the read. Enjoy.
