The sun fights
against its
very nature,
spraying hot
fire into the
air,
pushing its
own body
away
just as I do.
My heart rages
and pulses
and flares
like the sun’s
hot eruptions.
It is dangerous
like my words
can be,
like my thoughts
can be.
Fiery
and
fierce
and
fatal.
(The word I found was Sun.)
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I love what you did with your word.. very imaginative and keeps with your usual voice.
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Thanks. I was in a “fatal sun” sort of mood, and when I saw the pic, this is what came out of my head and through my fingers. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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