Poetry: A Bowl of Sun
I found a copper
bowl of sun.
I tipped it over
so it would run.
It eased into
my empty room.
And left
no trace
of previous gloom.
I found a copper
bowl of sun.
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I found a copper
bowl of sun.
I tipped it over
so it would run.
It eased into
my empty room.
And left
no trace
of previous gloom.
I found a copper
bowl of sun.
Beautiful write!
thanks for the sunny post Rob, glowing in my room after your poem. ❤️ Cindy