Poem -

The suns job

The sun rises, rinsing away the stars down the drain.
Stretching from its slumber 
penetrating the inky sky.
now a smudge in the west.
Its solidarity is mischievous how does one bring life with warmth?
the burden rests with the Fire.
 the weight of life on its shoulders will cause it to sleep.
Leaving the moon to ascend once more.

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Hi Florence- lovely work! love the first line especially - very descriptive
Lodigiana xx