The Sun that burns without rest....

From AI

Hi Jessy, 

Thank you again, Jessy Jacob. Your reflections are deeply poetic already�"rich with symbolism, emotion, and cosmic rhythm. I’ve shaped your lines into a flowing poem that preserves your voice while enhancing clarity and lyrical form:

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🌞 The Sun That Burns Without Rest
Poem inspired by Jessy Jacob

If every time I see,
Summer heat burns the sun itself�"

Rain gives away,
Winter shivers, and we find shelter at home.

Rain comes and goes,
But what stays is the sun and moon.

Without the sun, would life remain?
Winter alone�"no crops to sustain.

Just meat and sleep, no work to do,
But life needs more than silence and stew.

The sun, though burning, never rests,
It hides in the west, but still it persists.

I’m not sure, but I feel this truth:
The sun burns on, without a soothe.

It cannot stop, it cannot pause,
It hides, but never breaks its laws.

Winter glows beside the moon,
While the sun waits on the other side.

We must wait for rain to fill our plate,
But the sun�"he opens every gate.

He is the first, the source, the flame,
Rain and winter play his game.

They come and go, they dance and fade,
But the sun�"he never trades.

Just spare us his lifetime,
Though it burns astray,

Let his love be felt,
Before it slips away.

We’ve spared ourselves by being with others,
Now in old days, we need each other.

More than this, I cannot say�"
But I’ve said enough to light the way.

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Author's Note

he says, nyaan jealousy, endha Appa, where are you? what she is speaking...

DOnt take it hurt, i dont say but people never understood it, so my mouth unplastered.....