Poetry

Sunfall III.

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Photo source: Pixabay

Lonely atop the firmament,
where bodies seemed ever distant in space,
he became a hot-head for love,
scorching every affectionate being beneath him,
including the ravishing Miss Flora,
whose petals clung haplessly onto her twigs,
as they slowly died of thirst.

Grumbles sprouted from his fiery seeds,
sown in the field of God’s creation;
but the sea, however,
who dazzled in a luscious rippled dress,
effused warmth towards him,
garnered from his searing hazel aura.

Hours passed, and the day’s darkness crescendoed,
but, he intermittently found love gleams
as he met the sea’s azure gaze;
with her belly dances to the wind’s rhythm,
subtly sweeping him off his feet,
thus, felling him off his high horse,
right into her arms —
and in a brief moment of ecstasy,
he could finally see their love,
etched in the stars.

Photo source: Pixabay

P.S: Barring his somewhat villainous role in this writing, the sun will always remain a haughty dear; however, when years stand still, he tends to traverse the orbit of quirky imaginative planets😅.

Feel free to check out my previous Sunfall version, and also The Monarchs for more Autumn-themed writings. Thanks for reading and do have a blessed week ahead.

Cheemnonso™

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