Higher Power

Sun, 07/28/2013 - 10:14 -- 8598880

Oval cold the color of gold 

A ball of rays with lights that blaze 

Burns thou skin like thou friend 

Can never reach it yet schools teach it 

Different worlds yet we need it 

Just light the moon they both convey light 

This object is the beauty in daylight. 

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