Tales of the Ached Sun
As the Sun anxiously slids into its abssymal bed,
Its aches it continually shares with us.
In stories of its lonely journeys across the sky, heard,
Its aches it continually shares with us.
Care you not therefore to pity it and its cries heed?
Enough so much to devout yourselves,its wound to nurse?
For though strong a stallion the Sun is oft presented,
Its aches it continually shares with us.
Copyright © Gerry Sikazwe | Year Posted 2016
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