Monday, 11 May 2015

The Sun

The sun
In all its majestic splendour
It casts its golden rays
One found its way to me
And I feel its warmth upon my face
Even through the tainted glass of the car
As it speeds away
This magnificent fiery globe follows
Sometimes behind me
Sometimes ahead of me
Toying with me, courting me
Before it leaves for its home
Far across the horizon
With a last whisper of red

Promising another day

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