When I write.

When the Sun visits me...

Happily jumping up and about,
Turning my frown way around,
Crumbling all signs of gloom,
A ray of light shining through.

Its a slight kiss on my lips.
Its a warm shawl on my skin.
Its bright and truly holy glow,
Reminds my soul that it must burn.

Burn through all odds of dark days,
And it's ugly, mocking, shadowy ways.

Just as Sun's rays
Fought through dark as it did,
I, too, am strong
And I will win.

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Written for "The Whatever Contest -- Closed for Now" , November 2020
Prompt: write a poem without using the letter 'e'