The Warmth Of The Sun Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The Original Tom Maxwell

The Original Tom Maxwell

East St. Louis Illinois /now in Junction city, or Belleville, Illinois

The Warmth Of The Sun



A round ball of fire,
Our planet earth,
Revolves around daily,
The bright sun, in the sky,
Without its warmth,
We would, quickly die,
We take the sun for granted,
Never stare, at the sun t00 long,
Within A few minutes,
It would blind our eyes.

The Original: Tom Maxwell 10/01/2021AD

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 03 October 2021

A superb poem in brevity admiring and appreciating the sun. Kudos! Also plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'squash the hate hate bug'

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The Original Tom Maxwell

The Original Tom Maxwell

East St. Louis Illinois /now in Junction city, or Belleville, Illinois
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