Sol Thou Rise Never
I sense the dark will part
Thou cold! My mind never dart!
Flora blooms in m’heart
With warm breath of thou art…
Bees came alone lipped the honey
Showered thou and me with lunar honey
No sense further on cruel sunny
Lune ! I plea to make us curd and honey…
Sol ! Thou rise never and set forever
Wee.. the dream break for never
Expel the lune from sky for never
To make not a night a fire forever…
Copyright © Prageeth Shanaka | Year Posted 2017
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