Cold Sun
A huge mass up there
shining,
Your light so brightly
grilling;
Radiantly and benevolently
showing,
Your warmth and fervor
enduring
With much pomp you rise at
dawn,
Outright splendor till the
curtain is drawn;
I would love to stare at you
for an hour,
This would however make my
eyes sour.
Plants need your light to
make food,
I need your light to feel
good;
Don’t hide your face in the
rain,
‘Cos this would make me less
fain
Why can’t I feel your energy
anymore?
Your splendor I now less
adore;
Could you possibly now be
cold?
Wouldn’t believe even if I
were told.
Due to this act, life would
come to a halt,
Death would definitely
stalk;
You would then be a Grim
Reaper.
Having a cold sun would be
so dear!
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