Our Poems
I asked the sun
I asked the sun once, who's prettier?
Is it the flowers that face you everytime you rise?
Or is it the birds that chirp when you shine?
Is it the ocean that shines bright?
Or is it the beautiful and tall pine?
The sun says to me, it is not the flowers, not the birds, nor those beautiful pines.
It is that one beautiful woman who is divine.
It is the one that made me jealous of stars because under them, she had wine.
It is the one who has a brighter smile,
The one that you proudly call 'mine'.