I want to see the eyes of the sun
Face his pupils directly
I pray to watch the fire in his heart
Feel it’s hunger grow on my skin
On my pale shoulders i want to feel him shine
In my frigid heart, i know he’ll turn on a light
With his sharp temperature,i hope to feel alive
Please let me see the eyes of the sun
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marissa (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Protect yourself from these solar passions that burn hearts .
Very right,passion can burn!
The want has been expressed in a kinetic way (don't know if that is the right wird). It has a quiet dignified energy. Loved it!
Thank you so much!!
A most metaphoric write that speaks to me in understanding the light of truth. Nice
i’m very glad you liked it!
The sun, that bright thing in the sky that Britain has made redundant.
Oh, please come back, I'm bloody freezing.
Very valid complaint
Marissa, this burns with longing. It feels desperate in a beautiful way…like reaching straight into light without flinching. There’s a hunger here that feels both physical and spiritual. The repetition at the end seals it. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Greatly appreciated,Tristan!
Most welcome, Marissa!
nice to turn your face towards the sunshine, but remember that too much of it, and there is the possibility of being burnt, so beware...
A risk i’m willing to take,thank you so much for reading!
welcome, and take care
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