By Ankita Singh
The sun seems so arcane,
always burning in pain.
Forced to stay alone,
has love that can't be shown.
As he's aphonic,
can't even cry out loud.
Hides when it's too cool,
in the hope of meeting her soon.
To see her when it's dawn,
guarded by those shiny stones.
He even turns the sky red
when is she left with them instead.