Poetry

Poetry Week (Act III)

sunlight

My skin is thrilled by its warmth

Kissed by its ever rising comfort

Bursting forth it gives life

Blooming, Buzzing, Being

The ray-diance it exudes

Draws us from a period of slumber

In it we bathe and replenish

Thriving, we are grateful for its return

Each day I awake; I pray it will shine and shine again

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