Dear Sun Poem by Damilare Tella
Dear Sun
Dear Sun, shine not at noon.
If you must, bring your tender self.
For I have lost a wager
I had mine, yet I craved another.
The peace within is disturbed
As I am stranded amid a raging discord
This distress is of my doing
And Salvation might be lost
Dear Sun, if you must shine at noon,
Cast upon me thy pitying gaze
And if you must burn me,
Devour my heart with your furious flames
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