The Sun Rose
By Lord R.e. Taylor
The Sun rose again
It was not the shining star
There was no warmth
It was just a grey, cold ball
People came out and stared
Some broke down and wept
Others never noticed
They carried the sunlight with them
Keeping it in their heart and soul
But they are willing to share
And you don’t even have to ask.
© Poem – I/XVIII/MMXXII
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