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Snehith Kumbla Jan 2018
and when the
fierce rays
canvas across

my face, I know
that loneliness
is only a myth,

among trees,
there is none
as benign as

the sun
China Jan 2018
the sun doesn’t shine
in my world
and i wonder why

maybe it’s because i seem
to write my poems
in the clouds.
31.01.17
Ella Gwen Jan 2018
and those grays, which chafe at dry skin
between intermittent

bursting, brief songs of sunshine
subtle shifts in the light, faces tipped up,
graced in its presence for too short a time

to lift a smile, although I

                                                          try.
Yueyi Yao Jan 2018
The winter's sunlight is cold
while we reach out to grasp the strings of light
threaded through the sky.

We glance at the ashened clouds,
patterned with tree branches strangling each other
to seize the free birds.

Isn't it true that
moonflowers only bloom at night,
for they're afraid of the sun's touch?
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
All she wanted was to get it right
All she wanted was for them to know
All she wanted was another fight
All she wanted was to make it so

All she wanted was one more dare
All she wanted was the warm sunlight
All she wanted was not to care
All she wanted was to have the right

All she wanted was a TV game
All she wanted was another go
All she wanted was to feel the same
All she wanted was a place she’d know

All she wanted were the words to say
All she wanted was on that day
honey Nov 2017
light filtered through blinds
incandescent and sunny
paints her mocha skin
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