I am the sun, when you're parched
and long for the rain
I'm the rays that scorch you
like knives cutting through your skin
I am flowers that bloom
when you're hungry
and have no use for me
I am the sunny day you hate
when you miss the dark, cold days
of winter
I am light and warmth
when you miss shivering in the wind
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I am light and warmth when you miss shivering in the wind/// lovely poem written; I feel romantic here