Sunny Blue Sky
Merely is the bread, wine and your flesh,
Your countenance, Your eyes and the rest,
It works in harmony its your sense,
The weariness is the achievement made,
Its the effort of your pain all because of your aim,
Working in a sunny blue sky, heat and coldness
And a deep fry,
Blurriness of the sunny sky,
What brings the light yet it lives for so long?
Perhaps its the origin of sin.
(2013)
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Gee
11aDidn't really understand this and the use of olde English,whenever used,baffles me.Should some of the "thous"have been thine?