Postmodern Romanticism Poems

My sun arose over the whole earth

From oceans clouds to make to rain

My wind bringest the relief to drought

Each day, the sun and the oceans melt

Ah my sun, from my alikes so ashamed

Males compete after numbers as blinds

Females themselves into the powerful ones

Whose fault, who victimizes who, both's guilt

As far as conscious, as if playing roles in theatre

My day-time sun so hot, as night comes, it cools

The peak at early afternoon it eases the heat

As if the further it goes, the cooler it feels

Bodies core, as sun's, its pole likewise moves