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.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 10/19/2024 12:50:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.