Don’t call me the seductive Sun,
That stretches out to burn every flower chosen,
Burning itself out, before darkness spreads her hair,
All its charms it has spun.
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hi seema ur poem is like a good wholesome large pizza going cold if ot done soon... its got a smattering of brilliant lines... like When the thin sand doubts, I give my life’s hourglass a little shake, very nice cheers
A wonderful composition with a good dose of imagination, creativity, imagery and of course, philosophy making it a fabulous read. Thanks for sharing.