Poetry
To Be The Sun
Sarai M. Flores
she used to think she was the sun,
shining with golden hooves,
and flirting with the evening’s moon.
she used to think her smile glowed,
an ethereal piece of joy,
never cautious, never still.
she used to think her laugh was radiant,
gently rushing through the trees,
whisking petals and turning leaves.
she used to think her passion burned
bright with colors from the earth,
flowers thriving in her presence,
nature singing with glee,
her curves, reflecting on the ocean’s whitetip breeze.
but now she knows
if she were a sun,
she’d be one far and distant,
silver-blue lights dimly gleaming,
whispering through the shroud onyx seas.
shining with golden hooves,
and flirting with the evening’s moon.
she used to think her smile glowed,
an ethereal piece of joy,
never cautious, never still.
she used to think her laugh was radiant,
gently rushing through the trees,
whisking petals and turning leaves.
she used to think her passion burned
bright with colors from the earth,
flowers thriving in her presence,
nature singing with glee,
her curves, reflecting on the ocean’s whitetip breeze.
but now she knows
if she were a sun,
she’d be one far and distant,
silver-blue lights dimly gleaming,
whispering through the shroud onyx seas.
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Sarai M. Flores is a music student at Pepperdine University. She finds inspiration and strength for her poetry in classical works. She yearns to spend her life creating art through literature and music. 'To Be the Sun' was written during her time overseas, teaching at a children’s home.
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