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Uta May 2018
Not many pay attention to the beauty of Sunlight.

Many do not look, many do not care and many are scared to become blind.

But just by giving a slight glance to show appreciation towards the Sunlight.

You may feel the warmth back in return.

You may feel a slight tingle down your spine.

You may feel the happiness that the Sunlight is giving.

But most importantly it will brighten up your world.
Comment down below and tell me your thoughts.
Quettevio Jul 2017
and when they ask you what was i in your life tell them i was the sun. tell them i gave life to your mornings and you could not live without me yet you turned your face away because my light was too strong.
Shivendra Om Aug 2016
{ impasse }

Non action –again
Under a dim sun
I read the world

and miss the encounter

Di nuovo inazione
Al sole fioco di lucerne
leggo il mondo

–e non t'incontro
Poem inspired by a Tarot reading (Marseille style). The Wheel Hanged Man Hermit Sun Popess The World. © Luca Shivendra Om / August 2016
Shivendra Om Jun 2015
You and I
stand boldly and shine
in my light
right now

—I, the sun
—You, still ready to cast
shadows over us
again
A Meditation on The Sun card of the Marseille Tarot

by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
After all these years
All this time
the Sun never says to the Earth
"You owe me"
And look
what happens
with a love
like that
It
lights
the
whole
sky
Mel Harcum Jan 2015
I think what Icarus forgot
Was that the sun was never his to touch,
Blinding and beautiful as it was.
Yet he reached anyway--
Doesn’t that remind you of something?
Amour de Monet May 2014
"you cannot catch a wildflower"
       he says.
             "you are my wildflower."

I am lost inside myself
my personal paradise
my own euphoric insanity
could i be as manic as I sometimes believe
to feel as if my soul lives in the earth beneath my feet
and stretches from the root of every tree to the tips of their leaves
exhaling me into the sky to float with the wind from meadow to meadow
I stand with arms stretched
spinning in circles like a tiny tornado
grazing the tips of each blade of grass with my fingertips
dancing with my pointed toes upon dewy petals
breathing in the heavens of the earth
feeling as if the sun was shining from within me
my world could not exist without this insatiable lust for life
you cannot hold me and shelter me under the dark roof you flourish in
I am a wildflower
I need the meadows, the sky, the sun, the air, the freedom
... This is my biography... in a few simple words
ɐnoɹ Apr 2014
So Lonely-was the Sun
So Beautiful-was the Moon
So shinny-were the stars
but so happy was the universe
that holds them all

But the Sun cant touch anybody
Because of its danger
and the Moon didnt know what to do
so she stayed alone for forever

— The End —