Earthen Sun

A poem

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There was nothing I liked more than to spread my tiny fingers wide as a smile across sleek red earth and mold it into the shape of the sun,

then watch the cabbage whites flutter in the summer warmth.

“Don’t keep them in there” you said,

as the butterflies squirmed in my earthen orbs.

So I set them free to light the sky with their dance and made merry with the mud rays,

until the cool air swept the grass and you called me inside where the candle glowed.

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