RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sun - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sun beating fragrantly down upon the earth,
bleaching and disinfecting everything with
it's hot little rays of feet.
Dancing happily on fronds of palms in the
wind, feet above the street.
Casting aside all comments and curses,
being the sun God meant it to be.
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