Gaudy - Poem by Unintelligible Susurration
The sun rises day and night
but it beckons a hollow fright
even if it shines bright.
Casting it's rays on Earth
it brings me delight
instead of the intended fright.
I go outside, ready to be warmed
Yet the clouds have become greedy,
wanting none to steal their precious light.
Lowering my head I go inside;
I need not glide.
The sun has appeared
calling for me to not go
But I will not be veered.
The sun I held so dear
I will no longer hear.
I shall turn to the moon -
The moon and it's gaudy tune.
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