The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - No, You ARE The Sun!
No, You ARE The Sun!
Philip Claude Andermann
Beyond the fruit of lips, your hair of night, two eggs on which to rest,
The guitar of body to play,
Sing to me just
Of your sweet dreams,
Share with me your jewel tears,
And I will truly give you the daysí Sun!
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