Gold-plated ball of sunshine,
Clear, white, and never uncertain,
A light, bright, make all go blind,
No where a moment it is bland,
Standing pretty is not a crime,
Laughing loudly without a dime.
As calm as the ocean breeze at night,
Turbulent as the waves in our sight,
Blue as feelings we hold on tight,
Silent as the sea, vast and might.
As I stare, only slight,
I wonder,
Him or the horizon,
Will leave fast as light?
8 July 2019
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Monday
