The sun child. I awake to the firey light through my window, but my heart to asleep to be freed. Only bitter hate it feels, that god should have planted that seed. The sun only breaks my deams, blackens my thought. Theres a sun child on the conner, who has not forgoten what he has been taught. This is my first poem i've ever written and i personly really like the way it truned out.feel free to coment on it, i really want to know what you think good or bad i'll be posting more of my work as it comes and hopefully some of my drawing and paintings if i can find a cheap cam sorry about the spelling.
each day the sun child plays. dancing in the suns morn rays, the majestic movement draws my gaze, as the sunchild inocently plays
