Tuesday, August 3
Sun, sovereign
When summertime dawns
honeyed skies bleed
on thirsting lives
Gardens bask in the briskness
bearing their blossoms out,
as if in gratitude
Seas beckon the crescent
in dimpled laughter,
swelling with pride
No hazy obscurities,
nor gray clouds,
shall quell the Sun’s splendor
Even when darkness descends
and angst abounds
His stars rouse and light the depths.
honeyed skies bleed
on thirsting lives
Gardens bask in the briskness
bearing their blossoms out,
as if in gratitude
Seas beckon the crescent
in dimpled laughter,
swelling with pride
No hazy obscurities,
nor gray clouds,
shall quell the Sun’s splendor
Even when darkness descends
and angst abounds
His stars rouse and light the depths.
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