Master Sun
You are the master of the day
a far some billion miles away
not like any other star.
Of the day, master, you are.
You are one big convulsive gas
that through the centuries did last.
May you always be our sun.
You are big, gas, convulsive one.
Always you set my room ablaze
filling it with evening haze.
I can usually most daily bet,
my room ablaze you always set.
Yes, I love for you to shine
summer rays that beam so fine
down on me from sky above.
For you to shine, yes, I love.
6/8/20
Swap Quatrain' Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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