I'm not afraid of day's gleam
To share my warmth
I freely beam
I kiss the comets
bold and bright
And send them soaring through your light
I whisper soft with leaves that sway
With clouds that drift in skies of gray
In gentle light
my words unfold
Morning and evening
warmly hold
06.12.25
My Sun
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