The Girl - Poem by David Wicks
Gaze to the sun;
Such a beautiful sight,
But burning my retinas for it is too bright.
A shadow blocks the ray's path to my eyes;
The girl was there to see my demise.
As she looks to me, just her glance
Is powerful enough to put me in a trance.
The last traces of my soul she's here to reap,
And I fall into an eternal sleep.
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