Poem Written By: Mary,Mary
The sun hits my face in the morning as I open these two eyes one at a time,
I yawn, I stretch and hold my breath for a moment.
The sun is calling me and kissing me softly as it says
"good morning, I hope you slept well."
I silently agree and face my day.
Morning passes and now the silent moments between
myself and the sun become over shadowed by planes, trains
and many automobiles.
My day becomes compiled and I become too busy
to stop and talk to the sun, the warm one that comforts
me at my most fragile states.
It is not long before the sun begins to disappear into
the great waters and I begin to miss the sun all together.
The sun will never disappoint you in its grace of leaving.
It slowly fades inch by inch and on a lucky day will give you
the most beautiful orange, pink, red and purple smile you have ever seen.
I silently say goodbye to the sun and think of how unselfish the sun truly is.
Always giving, never expecting anything in return.
Good night.
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