Things Could Be Worst
Magnificent gifts
Equals luminosity
Of one called the Sun
Red rivers run smooth
Flowing to mesh with life's pool
Gifts reservoirs cool
Sclera of twin orbs
Posing where the whole world looks
Foes surface like crooks
Blue veins quiet streams
Where the heart is, you have been
Though obscure you're clean
Blue skies white nimbus
Red silent sun simmering
I've angered no one.
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