Her light shines much too bright from up close,
But I cannot stand being too far.
I tell her to leave
And then beg her to stay.
Without her I grow cold
Until she comes and thaws out my heart.
The bright yellow sun that brightens my days
Who I only try and push away.
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through toil and chance
Thơ caPoetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and the self lover. Poetry for the misfits and the outcast. Poetry for the classicist and poetry for the modernist. Pictures featured are not...
