Bow To The Sun Poem by Barbara Vanier

Bow To The Sun



My head bows to the sun in the morning
What eye can behold it's brilliance
Without becoming blind
Others use their slave for pleasure
Some for meaningless task
I will bow to my slave
Before I become blind

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Barbara Vanier

Barbara Vanier

a very small place in Florida, USA
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