Standing with my back to the sun.
Its heat, burning. Unable to turn
Around for the fear of the warmth
That will not last. Glowing,shining,
Illuminating light source. Do not
Grow dim on me. Mist and cloud
Enviable.But-
Please.
If I am to savour this one moment,
Let me know in advance when it may
End.
I can grasp for my umbrella and shelter
From the storm.
Protected.
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