A poem about names.

Just a short poem about loving the sun.

When all the rain has faded the sky becomes clear again and the blue becomes vibrant.

Enraptured by the sun!

The Sun Rays.

This is some poetry I wrote when I was enjoying this very nice day.

Nothing has ever felt so right.

Inspired by number 11 by Cassia which is attached. A bit more of a hopeful poem and remembering of things type.

It’s over and you don’t want it to be.

A man, blind, ponders the sun, and its true warmth.