Monday, 30 September 2019

The writing of Sunny Caane

Oh Sunny, my heart, my heart, my heart! It aches and it stings. For her whom I love neglects me. She resides by the well and loves the sea. She swims through the breeze and underneath the stars. She shines with a leisurely glow and strolls through the day with a lively luxuriance. Oh, pity me, pity me for I will to put this feeling aside, to digress into a space where no awareness of her is felt. But lo - see how I sigh.

K.Oni

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