The Sun
You are the sun
That brings life to the land
From which I was gone
Now I'm back in your strand
The roses in my heart bloom
My sunflowers lust for you
Able to destroy all gloom
You're such a magnificent view
My skin craves your touch
My grasses reach for you
My trees love you much
My skies you turn blue
You are the sun
Made for my land
Like you there's none
Will you grab my hand?
-Luis
This poem is about:
Me
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