The Sun.
Are you fond
of Crimson ?
Me too.
I fondly crave your
Wizard like potential,
Clad in your
favourite costume,
Both morn and
eventide,
Steer in majestically
With a vision
of
SEER,
and bid farewell
to
this
impatient orb as
if teaching
a lesson by
your
gentle spikes
of halo ,
a tap on
the lazy,
spiralling look of warmth
for the shelter less
and forlorn,
A fugitive
from responsibilities
Will shudder at you,
your prowess,
You are gubernatorial,
We all salute
thee.
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