The Morning Sun Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Morning Sun
Rating: ★5.0
The morning sun goes up
With pain loaded in its core
It is old and senile and cold
May fall on to the hard floor
The morning sun has now
A broken heart without love
It spills tears of fire when it
Feels sad and weeps above
Thursday, March 9, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,sad,sun
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8/20/2026 6:06:16 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
There's something about this poem. I've read it several times now. The sadness just seems to hover. Truly loved it.