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| Day 177 8x10 watercolor & ink on canvas Art by: Valerie Dowdy @ www.valeriedowdy.com |
The Sun
My hair as straw in autumn timeis dry and frail, an breaks and bends
with any gentle touch.
My skin as ash of fire’s flame
is cold and weak, and flies and flits
in still are and in winds.
My heart is a drum is cold and weak, and flies and flits
in still are and in winds.
or a hollow reed.
In the wind it cries, in the rain it sobs.
In the sun it cracks open to reveal—
Nothing. There is nothing inside.
But you are the sun of every season
that breaks my hollow shell.
You fill me up with warmth and love,
and when storm seasons come again…
My hair shall sway soft and smooth like silk.
My skin with the essence of dew shall forget the pain,
and my heart’s rhythmic beat shall
transform into a flute and sing to remember,
That
you, the sun, filled me up and made me tender. that breaks my hollow shell.
You fill me up with warmth and love,
and when storm seasons come again…
My hair shall sway soft and smooth like silk.
My skin with the essence of dew shall forget the pain,
and my heart’s rhythmic beat shall
transform into a flute and sing to remember,
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