The sun unsettles the water,
Taking her hot soul
To the calm-adjuring court of heaven,
Where she is appeased with some easement thereat.
When she clogs this court and is shaken out
Of it, re-assuming her bodily form,
She pelts the surfaces of earth,
Often roaring and flashing her contentment.
Taking hot soul. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Your poems are incredible, the diction is of modern and easy to understand, i've been blessed with light while touring your poems.