The Sun

Poem By Ivy Schex

The Sun is shrouded
In her wreaths of gold
Her light shines through
Her cloudy mantle fold

Her palace is the sky
Her home is a lofty high
There she winks her eye
To every cloud that passes by

She wills where she may
On a path through the day
And every eve with a sigh
Sinks below and says good bye

Comments about The Sun

This is a unique poem! This is the first time that I find a poem where the sun appears to be female.. thumbs up! HBH

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