I wish I could have my sun back
bask again in its nourishing rays
But I have learned many a new fact
My sun's just one among many in space
I wish I could carry on around my sun
with that old confident gait
But the twinkling points afar do beckon
I drift, pitiful pockmarked planet
doomed forever to be on the run
never settling into 'nother orbit
Sunday, August 16, 2020
I Wish I Could Have My Sun Back
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The metaphor is all too clear. Beautiful, but sad. A poem worthy of publication.
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