Content of: Sun
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12/29/17 at 11:08PM
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Poetry
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A golden globe hangs in the heavens,
meshed among the clouds of grey
while sunlight's reflection, from
tall building, brightens up the early day.
A frosty, cold wind blows across
icy patches, lying in the shade,
on this crispy, clear, sunny morning,
the best day yet that God has made.
