The Busy Old Sun. Poem by Paul Akintoke
The Busy Old Sun.
The busy old sun,
She shines with anger,
Leaving the children indoor.
Her embrace burns the skin.
I look up at the busy old sun
But my eyes cannot behold her beauty.
The beauty of the sun is the fear of the skin.
She leaves the roof burning,
Yet the walls remain cold.
She makes the old man peep from inside
What a busy old sun.
Monday, March 24, 2025
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