Oh, sun! Like a pervasive lemonade pitcher
You refill my life with incandescent trilogies.
I succumb to your energies
I melt into your harmonies
I feel your infusion of wonder
I growl inside with a shudder
And fall deeply into the depths...
As you fiddles with clouds on a whim
Dancing whispers of glory, swishhhh
Miracles for the mechanical twich
Of life, come and go, rise and shine,
Set up to sleep, dream, and revive...
or die.
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Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Full Stack Developer in the making and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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Comments (5)
Beautiful, Gabriela! The rhyme and lyricism of the lines begged to be sung!
Really hot not cool. What a life we are spending.
Uffffffff Worth read, I can totally feel it as its too hot here nowadays
Oh wow, this was so breathtaking! Loved your poem!
I can feel the warmth and vibrancy of sun's rays while reading it. I loved it.