I am bestowed with a rather frail constitution in the presence of harsh sunlight, that it breaks down my body, and manifests in the form of sunstroke and migraines of such severity that I am unable to function for a few hours thereafter.
Perched atop the leaf on which it was birthed
Why is it that the moon is the backdrop for romantic interludes
When the sun is the setting for a blazing death
Why is it that a spark aspires to be kindled
When the fire it grows into desires to be doused