The sun
has come.
Come to brighten our days
our lives.
Excitedly, I rush outdoors
I pick my favorite tree
and sit
close my eyes
and wait for the warmth
to beat on my skin.
To warm my soul
from the winter that has chilled
it.
Why though
am I not feeling anything?
The rays don't tickle
and dance upon my skin.
The sun is there, correct?
I double check.
Although the light is evident
I feel no warmth.
A cold sun...
How can something so
warm
promising
emanant,
Feel so cold,
and far away?
Author notes
Read between the lines.......
Yup
Comments
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Summer will come.
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The continuous metaphor is awesome! YAY KT!
Awesomesauce
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A thousand applauds:
Spring is round the ben. I feel the same. I love this poem and how it flows it is amazing and nicely worded.
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awesome. you know, I just now wrote a poem that is the exact opposite. ^^
I left a message on your phone - I am still sick x.x can you kindly tell me the homework please?
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