The Mighty Sun. - Poem by Katherine pure
The warmth of the mighty sun pains me.
It's enticing affection burns me from my -
crown to my soles. It bothers me deeply.
My appreciation to it used to grow significantly,
but now it is utterly inconveniant. So i hope, the silverish -
flakes and the cooling peace of coldness, will greet me,
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