It rains,
Five times, in a whole year,
For grains,
Humans, and beasts to share,
And so I carry,
All my days with the sun
I’m never wary,
Of the sun in my city
That shines,
Brighter than anywhere I have ever seen,
We often align,
My sun, and me.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It rains,
Five times, in a whole year,
For grains,
Humans, and beasts to share,
And so I carry,
All my days with the sun
I’m never wary,
Of the sun in my city
That shines,
Brighter than anywhere I have ever seen,
We often align,
My sun, and me.
I love the sun
I would take KL’s blazing hot “im gonna die of heat stroke” sun over Stockholm’s weak ass november sun anyday
Come to Multan and it will melt your face off 🙂