
this poem is not about the weather
it is a bright sun-shiny day cool
even cold in the shade
gloriously warm in the sun others
like me are having their lunch
in the park
i turn my face to the sun heliotropically
i have always been that way
a sun worshipper
my soul and my psyche cry begin
to wither and cringe without sunshine to tread
intentionally
into dark shadows is to invite despair
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Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2019-09-24 at 20:56




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