The Sun Is A God Unto Herself
No one can say otherwise.
Otherwise plants and animals wouldn’t exist.
Day and night, none. Time, none.
You and I, neither. Period. None.
No typeface, no words, no print nor sound.
From fruit to berries, from tree to book,
O sun, we worship you.
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Yes!
love title
I agree–perfect title!