Friday, April 5, 2013
The Sun God at start of the day,
Looked like a red ball across the bay,
Stuck on a tree of date,
A small myself of just eight,
Stressed the small eyes in vain,
searching the chariot,
Laden with seven horses with reign,
I had thought to climb the tree,
And catch the sun,
take from him rubber ball, and bat,
Ohh what fun.
Was looking at the sun today again,
Sun was smiling back with same intent.
(Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 - 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge!)
in the beginning your lines sounded funny... only at the end i understood that it was apparently light...
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