Sunshine


Sunshine, yellow and white plays hide and seek
With the woolly clouds and the heat is on.
Beads of sweat merging in trickles
Which once get dried would form these ugly crusts.

Then when the clouds are on their winning row
The sky turns gray. The drunkard wind
Smelling heavy with the odor of rain
Flows in drunken gusts with fogs of flying dust.

But the dust soon settles down, for the Sun
Takes again the upper-hand
Piercing the clouds with his sweltering flame
Which ripples on the shiny particles
Of sand. The world looks bright once more
With shadows a bit longer than before.

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