Son of the Sun

I don’t like night
Starlight seems cold to me
Every time I see beautiful star
Sadness always strikes me
Because I’m not there
This place is cold
In the sparkling stars you see
There is no me
This place is cold
I want to be spread by light in warmer place
Warm light that can’t be gone forever
And with that, I could step forward

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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