Sunday, May 02, 2004

Sun in the city

Sun rose
Kissing the roofs
Greeting the doors

Sun ripped the cloud’s notions
By its golden blade

Sun passed around the city
Carried the passion with its steps
Brought the smile and caress.
Created the need of unity
By its hands.
Set the ardor on the cold hearts
Sprayed the odor of hope all over
And then left.

Hey you,
The brightness of many hearts and eyes
Hey, dear sun
Come out again
This time
Glow out of the orifices of the weary hearts.


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