I Feel The Sun On My Face Poem by Paula Glynn

I walk under the hot sun
Knowing time is an endless battlefield
That has thankfully conquered and won.

The Chinese heat that is the morning sun
The sun that can make one vain and bitter
Or make the soul faithfully believe it has won.

My oriental face does absorb the sunlight
Cleansing my holy soul of the doomed darkness
Waking with cheerfulness with every morning sun.

I walk under the freeing hot sun
That does tan my forever clean and perfect skin
The sunlight boosting my confidence from within.

Standing underneath a blissful cold shower
Does prepare my skin for the heat of the day
Where I always make sure I have my own way.

I brave battles that should've destroyed me
I face enemies that were supposed to win
Instead I feel the wonderful hot sun on my oriental skin.