My Illicit Sunlight
Oh, beautiful sunray
How do you not see?
How beautiful you
Really are to me,
You're a filtered
Invisible caress
When darkness invades
Your sun will pervade
But how could it be
Night has stolen thee
All alone I must be
To wait for time
To grant me,
That lovely ray
My illicit sunlight
poem by April Swan
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