IRC-Galleria

The sun is shining out of my hands
it can burn, it can blind you
when it breaks out of the fists
it lays down hotly on your face
it lays down painfully on your chest
balance is lost
it lets you go hard to the floor
and the world counts loudly to ten

Here comes the sun

It is the brightest star of them all

And it will never fall from the sky