Submissions by nicklevin94

Those golden petals are up in a blaze

And your beauty grows with each passing day

From the sun light that is my
ceaseless gaze

I see your stormy past, when skies were gray


Frightened was this cowering sun at first

To exude his light on a picked flower

Yet He found that he needn't fear the worst

He rose; no longer did this sun cower


He has had his flowers wilt in the past

And this sun had to sorrowfully set

In instances of earth spinning too fast

Those sun rises, he has come to...