The Sun
Seemed impossible but here we are
At first it was very bizarre
But you made all my past scar
And all the bad is now far.
Smoking your cigar
And never saying "au revoir"
I am the luckiest cookie in the jar
You're better than Renoir.
You are the brightest star,
The Sun.
Copyright © Angela Rossi | Year Posted 2023
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