17 | The Sun
Bathe in my rays
That if it is warmth you need
It shall be lingered on your skin
To make marrows mend and halt
Thy trembling bones.
For you have been blind
Yet now you shall see,
That brown is gold
And I am the red and yellow
That color everything else.
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SUNSHINE KISSES ✔
Poesía" lay your soul bare, the sun kisses glitters so you can grow flowers "
