Sun Dancing in the Sky

The day is anew,

With the sun dancing in the sky.

Although, I only look at you,

But I could never know why.

As the sun rises on, do you think of me?

Or is your mind on the fire in the clouds?

If I were to glimpse at you, could I be what you see?

I could be like the fire in the clouds. 

I hope you find me in your condolences

As soon as her end nears.

There will be no more dances, 

And there will be no more fears. 

For her beauty is extravagant; there is no definite among her peers.

So, she’ll be bursting for millions of years.

This poem is about: 
Me
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