My sun
I was dreaming for the eternity of sun,
every little grass is covered, elf how come?
I know by legend-the sun is maiden,
with sparkling hair, her beauty's seldom,
few gold locks, my world they pierce,
end every flower's singing, cheers!
Her smiling face will help you better,
wake up the morning and you get her.
She'll guide you through the water layers,
caressing you with gentle rayons.
I have suggestion, do you feel blue?
Feel through my picture, the sun is true!
And when there's no more somber night,
your self is gonna be all right.
Nadia Miltcheva Copyright
