Sun how bright your beams;
As a coquette
You withhold your warmth
Beguiling
Wantonly, you,
Taunt and tease
Alluding to all you have to offer
Yet, do not give
We are mesmerized, yet
There’s a chill in the air
Radiating from your
Golden strands
O’Prunty
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