Sun
Living with Sun, I cannot bear the night
I wonder who would wish for shelter.
Her blessed rays cloaking us in light,
All we can do is simply welcome her,
Her touch on our lives is pure bliss.
With her in front, shadows stay behind,
Pure freedom shared through her kiss.
Who can be stopped with Sun in mind?
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vic_tennposted on 05/30/2007
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