Saturday, August 29

Little sun

there are times i love to smile-
i feel as if the battle's won
but for those times when i am tried, 
i hold onto my little sun.

my little sun: it sits with me
and lights my days up one by one
it's all that beauty is to me,
my precious perfect little sun.

i have to leave it here sometimes,
i feel i'm always on the run...
but as i go and move about,
protect for me my little sun.

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