Is it possible for
The soft winter sun
To come closer and know
The beautiful earth,
For her Ice will melt
And she will be flooded
In joys and miseries.
That is why I don't want
To be a Sun to leave, earth
The blue bold and beautiful
Hot waves scattering all the love.
Please make me a moon
To Rain my Rose with
Cool, blue pacifying light
Upon my dear, every night
Enchanting, lustful light
On her soft rosy rose petals
As a God shower,to my dear flower
Without sun moon is nothing Yes sun is scorching But it holds life germinating. A beautiful thought.
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A sweet poem....5 stars.