Poem Sunshine Novels & Stories

I can't take another heartbreak again, and this time it is much painful than before. I looked at the window. Softly I take in a deep breath. The evening came with the sunset setting, and far corner of thick clouds darkness invade them I could be a poet right now. Sunset is my perfect subject. It mirrored my life in general, and to some people, they say that sunset is also proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully. So, I close my eyes and think that this is the end of my suffering and look forward to a better tomorrow. My baby and I crave that betterment.

Sunny’s POV “The sky looks beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” Henry asked me as he looked up at the sky. We were sitting on the swings at the playground near our house. The sun has finally set that’s why there were no kids playing around anymore. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of the whistling wind as it blew the trees. “Yeah, it looks beautiful,” I said, without looking at it. Henry suddenly started moving his swing gently. “Do you know how beautiful your name is, Sunny? It’s like joy, happiness, and hope. I like it so much.”

Over his dead body. moye solntse - my sunshine

Orange studded with yellow, the sun that gives color to life like my life now. ***

That alone, was the ultimate solution to his final goal and he was required to do it quick. A sunshine in the morning is special to all those who can feel the beauty of the radiating heat reflecting on their skin without feeling the heat. I am going to do something real quick and assume you(the one reading this journal) is Chidera and it is going to be fun. Now, let us continue from where I stopped.

Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

Happy in my presence, smiling in the morning sun. My Princess!

The sunset after the rain was never as beautiful as it was now. It was a magic that existed beyond words. And what can one say about a sunset? One could go on forever describing how the colors blend together to create illusion and eternal beauty. You can talk forever about the sunset, which pleases the eyes after a hard day. But what can you say about the sunset that graced the day after emotion, pain and happiness? Cities can change twice a day. It is in the morning and in the evening. In the morning, cities can be different. They may even have different colors of houses. In the evening, cities seem to breathe in and take on a whole new hue. For in the evening, everything becomes sincere. S

Exposing a thick novel book Maddox got for me. "Wow!! Nice, I haven't been reading a book for quite a while. Thanks for this, baby. You really know me well." "You're welcome. I hope you'll also like the second gift I got for you. This is the best I can give in writing poetry. It’s never my thing but I made it, especially for you.” Maddox hands me a piece of pink paper. It smells so good when I open it. YOU ARE MY SUN You came when I was in the dark.

While Sunshine was dancing with my brothers, I look up, close my eyes and murmur softly. "Thank you God for letting me meet her." End