Once, Earth felt proud in her family meet.
I've the power to create—unlike all you,
All ye art pale shadows with no light lit,
Nature has blest me with a rare virtue,
I alone can nurture life and nourish,
Sun knows to scorch mad one day to perish.
Sun smiled a benign smile showing no ire.
I burn off my flesh part by very part,
What ye call scorching heat is sacred fire
Thine womb to warm my child, give thee upstart,
My sacrifice O of billions of years
Help thou witness upon thee trillion cheers.
If I were to scorch thee a wee bit more,
To ash shall turn thine green pride on grey shore.
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Sonnets | 01.11.07 |
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