SunA Poem by Allen SmucklerThe brilliance of the burning Sun beats down heavily, in the presence of solitude; in the presence of the Lord. The ripples of waves emerging from concrete, shows the wickedness of this The Monstrous Sphere.
I can’t wait ‘til that blinding Sun d r o p s and could care less if it ever e s o r again! While it heats the earth so boldly, from this day until eeettteeerrrnnniiittttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....
Why do I hate the Sun? when life can not exist without it.. and death can not exit with it. The glowing Sun will always remain.
But should the Sun s e t for good and I am driven into darkness I know not to be afraid for I’ll still have a glittering warmness.
© 2011 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 4, 2011 Last Updated on May 4, 2011 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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