He is the sun.
Bright and full of life
With a gravitational pull that conquers all.
Warmth and comfort come
with his light embrace.
He is the sun.
He is a book.
The genre is called mystery,
You have to be able to read all
the way through,
Or you won't know the truth.
The solution.
He is the sun.
He is a book.
The sun warms my heart.
The book makes me keep reading
if I want to learn more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem