The embodiment of the sun is a woman
Her hair like Rapunzel
Long, and a beautiful golden blonde
Her spirit was dragged through mud by the rabble
but when it rose again through the Will of Grace
it shined as though it had never been tested
She carries herself with pride, which resonates
with me
Even when her conversation turns crude, and she
bellows and burps:
she maintains her class and loveliness
Daisies grow in the wake of her steps
She is the embodiment of the sun
and I have become pious
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
The embodiment of the sun is a woman
Her hair like Rapunzel
Long, and a beautiful golden blonde
Her spirit was dragged through mud by the rabble
but when it rose again through the Will of Grace
it shined as though it had never been tested
She carries herself with pride, which resonates
with me
Even when her conversation turns crude, and she
bellows and burps:
she maintains her class and loveliness
Daisies grow in the wake of her steps
She is the embodiment of the sun
and I have become pious