Monday, February 18, 2013

The sun.



The sun is like a drop of gold.
A very old, drop of gold.
Or a face.
Of a fairy queen.
That nobody has ever seen.


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  1. Chanda GrieseFebruary 22, 2013 at 9:32 AM

    Beautiful, Poem Girl! The setting sun is dazzling and reminds me of molten drops of gold as well.

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