The Sun

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Face tilted towards the sun.
Oh! The warmth brings me undone.
Bringing life to my worn out spirit.
Whispers of truth surround me, at last, I can hear it.
Without your presence during gray months I was weak.
Eyes upon your glistening, hearing each word you speak.
Wash your rays over me.
From the cold of winter, I now flee.

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