Rhythmic and Metric

Sunrays

Oh! Behold the skewing rays of our majestic Sun that wheels!
And tell me if they let you esteem the Earth’s charm, glory;
Don’t the rays fill you with jouissance, drown you in sublime feels?

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Is it not the mighty Sun that gives birth to time that heals?
We see things because they reflect the Sun’s light, true story.
Oh! Behold the skewing rays of our majestic Sun that wheels!

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If the Sun were absent, we would have to live without meals;
Worlds perhaps would badly be hurt and harmed, shunned and gory.
Don’t the rays fill you with jouissance, drown you in sublime feels?

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I oft wonder how the ball of light and fire not once reels;
Moving with a wondrous flair, the Sun hardly seems hoary.
Oh! Behold the skewing rays of our majestic Sun that wheels!

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All my trials and troubles – trifling, towering both – the Sun steals,
oft allowing me to witness woods that boom with kauri.
Don’t its rays fill you with jouissance, drown you in sublime feels?

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Should you feel dejected, sight the Sun to gather good feels,
for you may want to make use of them to slay furore.
Oh! Behold the skewing rays of our majestic Sun that wheels,
Don’t the rays fill you with jouissance, drown you in sublime feels?

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