The Sun - A Poem
Apr. 1st, 2021 07:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzy_daveThat mercurial weather
Continues to stab misconceptions
In our guessing game of dice throws.
Not as strong as the latter day,
Incandescent in the warmth and glow
That still eludes my elan
And supine elusiveness,
I succumb to its equivocating glare
And follow its capricious turns.
Continues to stab misconceptions
In our guessing game of dice throws.
Not as strong as the latter day,
Incandescent in the warmth and glow
That still eludes my elan
And supine elusiveness,
I succumb to its equivocating glare
And follow its capricious turns.
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