it Burns itself

Never did the taste of sunshine, upon my lips, upon my cheeks, upon my very skin, seem so pleasant.

The Sun kisses me,

In all its ferocity,

And diffuses me,

In the many ways it Burns itself

To light the world.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s