Sorry but my stay is
Short and bittersweet
My Lily.
I have rosemary business
That requires a
Particularly pretty, pretentious and pachydermatous
Sunflower hand.
Tyche looks Down
In
Shame
As I cause my own misfortune
Day
After day.
But my sunkissed Lily,
I will be back soon
With no blood stained hands
Or crystallized fates.
They're all over with now,
No moon can demand the sun's fire from me.
YOU ARE READING
118-79 Sunshine.
PoetryWords that are addictive, and liquid sunshine that makes the world trip, God like beings brought down to simple mundane things. We are all simply swimming in a river of burning Gold.
