Burning hues of sunswept fire caress your lovely face,
morning showers in late hours very hard to place.
The suns gone cold
The moon burns hot
What does all this mean?
beauty of this magnitude the world has never seen.
sweet thoughts of you in the day
sweet dreams in the night,
a thousand deaths ide die for you
if just to see your light.
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this one's my favorite. keep posting up more poetry, and keep writing! you have a wonderful talent with words :)
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