Portrait Of A Guiding Star
I am the sun,So bright and beautiful,
Very hot and exuberant,
My rays are resilient,
I bring light to the world
A world so corrupt, yet i am brilliant.
As the world turns and the sky stay lit,
As the temperature rise to form heat waves
I take upon the sky, heavenly abroad,
To those that need me, they look up to see,
A golden bright image, which portrays as me,
The one self guided figure,you see before you
Has a God-like power, which does what none other do
Amazing as it seems, thorough but blinding to see,
The one captivating image, so vivid, it ME...
By Michael Smith
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