The Sun Poem by Charlotte Roster

The Sun



Sometimes I wonder
What it feels like to be the sun
To bring life
And take it away so easy
To be blocked out by those
Who you keep alive
When the only friend you have
Is the moon
To rise and set in sadness
But then I relize
I do not have to wonder at all

Monday, May 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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