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Monday, 6 June 2016

Poem: Of Sun and Satin

The rising Sun has heard my night cries,
Secretly danced around the light,
That pried my eyes open,
And peeked into my dreams.

I shed off all my satin and lace,
Bathing my bare skin in the warm rays,
Taking in the energy of passionate Apollo,
Taking on each day with renewed fervor.

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