I never liked the dark light,
Just only needed bright sun.
I had a zigzag one time,
Past the planets, were I ran.
Among the outlandish hills
And between foreign system.
Where aren't lot crosses still.
Only for what I need them?
The solar wind has died down,
The plasma flow has ended.
Why is it happening now?
Why has the sky descended?
Maybe I was too afraid
To let him into my heart?
And I was needing anaid,
I think l want a restart.
The sun pours warmth on the Earth.
From palms full of light and joy.
It is the cause of the mirth
It is the cause of enjoy.
I never liked the dark light,
I take fake for as a sin.
Half of love just isn't rigt,
I don't let everyone in.
The solar wind
© Copyright: Ольга Чигарева, 2020
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