The sun

The Sun

The sun can cause silence

After the destruction it can come

Things may get heat up to fast

If none gets the cooling done

Where at those ice scrapes

Where we shall skate someday

Keeping the cold away?

Burning butane !

Running for the ice so cold ?

Down the summer roads



A quench on my soul

Running there

Filling the Nile

Being in different forms

From water to vapour it roams

Being captivated in ice tones