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A blazing ball
That would kill us
If we dared approached
Scorching worlds
Or leaving them to freeze
Yet we get its gift
Heat to stop the chill
Light to see our path
It ebbs and flows
Beating down on some
While merely visiting others
A fickle provider
Of what we need to live
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About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
Excellent, Charles. 😁
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Thanks.
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Great poem! I can’t help thinking of how the sun on a day in winter looks so inviting, but then you realize the temperature is 6 degrees.
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Yeah. It feels like a cruel joke on cold days.
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Well done, Charles.
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Thanks
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