Skywards I see
The star of the day
A sphere
This sphere a golden orb
It's hue similar to that of pure gold
Though sometimes it's harsh
And sometimes it graces the marsh
I seek it's warmth and comfort
For it never fails to darken the complexion
Or bleach the hair to a lighter pigmentation
My love for it is dear
And my hate for it is clear
Sharp pointy hot burning needles
Raining down your back
It threatens
And beats down with fire
As it flakes your skin
From within
It's no wonder
My hate for it
Is so great
But we've got to get that vitamin D
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Save Our Souls and other poems
PoetryA collection of WhisperFlora's poems. (pssst that's me!) It's a collection, so I'll add more to it. And there'll be a range of poems - some are light and fun to read while others...Well, why don't you see for yourself? Copyright 2014-2019
