The Sun Is Not Done With Me Yet
The trees waving erotically in the breeze invite me over for a sit
The river too pouring a crystal clear welcome to a quenching sip
But the flow of time constraints my indulgence and rushes my feet
Past the cool wall of shade and icy refreshing deep
The sun is not done with me yet
As I wipe the sweat beats off my bowing forehead
My lonely thinned shadow cast in its radiant net
Forever caught in its heat and light of days ahead...
As the day surrenders with a grey hat and starts pouring down pints
I sing in the rain for the momentary relief of wet lather
As my hot feet dance, animate the splashes of muddy footprints
And reluctantly seek shelter from the rumbling thunder...
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