Almost every day the sun blankets me,
Granting me life with its beautious rays
And the moon is there too, watching closely
The sun's rays and sending them in dismay.
For I am happy when the sun shines, I shout
With joy of life abounding! My rivers
Flow gently in defiance of the heat
Which subtracts the water it delivers.
Suddenly, all things begin to darken.
Light which lit up the trees no longer did.
The brush which formerly let the lark in
Turned him away when the sweet light was rid
For the moon had coveted the sun and
Taken the rays, taking me to my end.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
