From the sky, the people shout
They ask where the sun has gone,
I tell them it's where it's always been
They say it's been lost since dawn
Here, I say pushing away the clouds
They scream in a horrible tune,
The sun, O' it's gone for good!
I say it's been there since noon
O' how the people scurry about
Walking along, holding their doubts,
I point, begging for them to see
The sun is hanging where it always should be!
And as the people dash from the streets
I am left gazing at the sky,
For O' the sun is all too divine!
Where has it gone, I cry!
- Author: J.D (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 27th, 2023 02:42
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
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