Hidden 'neath the morning clouds,
the milk white sun emits a shine.
calm and gentle, even glowing,
till the clouds drift away,
as morning fog turns to
midday.
The sun becomes harsh,
it's rays of fire,
burn life to dust,
scorching, scorching,
in earnest lust.
But even that,
can't last forever.
The heated day,
must turn to night.
And with the leaving,
of the sun-
there goes too, the emanse light.
the milk white sun emits a shine.
calm and gentle, even glowing,
till the clouds drift away,
as morning fog turns to
midday.
The sun becomes harsh,
it's rays of fire,
burn life to dust,
scorching, scorching,
in earnest lust.
But even that,
can't last forever.
The heated day,
must turn to night.
And with the leaving,
of the sun-
there goes too, the emanse light.
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This (and the rest of your poetry) is totally amazing!
It's... deep. Sensitive. Ya' know what I mean?
It's.. ah... how to describe? Beautiful? Touching?
Very good. ^_^