Count On The Sun Poem by Cece Dev

Count On The Sun



Though you heart my ache,
your mind a shriveled mess,
you can count on the sun
to rise and fall
with the rythm of your chest.
Though you may be all alone,
unsheltered from bitter cold
you can count on the sun
to lick the frost away.

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