I am but the Sun,
I light things up often,
But they hide themselves,
Their skins get a sun burn,
So I am wanted by none.
They avoid me in the days,
Their sunscreens & shades,
But they do long for me,
I make things so warm,
In the winters.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
I am but the Sun,
I light things up often,
But they hide themselves,
Their skins get a sun burn,
So I am wanted by none.
They avoid me in the days,
Their sunscreens & shades,
But they do long for me,
I make things so warm,
In the winters.
My HP Poem #191
© Atul Kaushal
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