On the crack of dawn, the sun knocks the door,
All humans must never snore.
In he afternoon the sun gives off heat,
Which scorches our feet.
The Sun always does it's work,
Without eating food like us with a fork.
When the Sun becomes shy,
It hides behind the sky.
The setting of Sun is it's duty,
Which gives the ocean it's beauty.
While the Sun is rising, the ocean becomes red,
Due to the Sun all are well - fed.
everyone becomes sad when the Sun doesn't shine,
Even the dogs whine.
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Comments about this poem (Sun by Janani Thiyagarajan )
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- Emptyness, advija hrustic
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- Standard asset, gajanan mishra
- AnyThing In ReTurn, Kewayne Wadley
- If all we know is love, Mark Heathcote
- Remove Yourself From Bitterness, Ronell Warren Alman
- Fornicating In The Bowels Of Unswerving .., Captain Cur
- im not okay, Faith Taylors
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