Sun is wandering and wandering
it is still finding someone, somewhere
sun never becomes hopeless
days, months, years, centuries have passed
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And so it is. On its way. It is best we know not its destiny, nor ours. GW62
A very nice poem about the sun, along with your others. You are making headway and building up a nice collection. kat
yeahh razaq...........we can't live without the sun forever...............