Tiny suns
Stick like burrs to your clothes.
Being woven into bird nests.
On the shoulders of parrots.
Stored up by chipmunks.
Tiny suns
In a bag of marbles.
Stirred into hot chocolate.
Strung up with pearls.
On the tip of your antenna.
Tiny suns that orbit the day.
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I enjoyed reading this poem....The poem (to me) has a somewhat playful feel and I truly feel good after reading it.
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Fran
Really like this take on it. I'm mostly writing articles for now but I'll be posting some of my poetry soon.
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