who can figure out the way of the sun? I journeyed after that sweet golden ray I went where desire pinned me I watched life blooming all around I’ve dreamt many dreams of us the sun energized my heart’s delight with a myriad of blooming flowers at last, you appeared before me standing vibrantly like the first flower of spring This piece is an excerpt from thoughts of love   by Sunday Bloo. © 2026 Sunday Bloo. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed,

I knew you as you knew me I will uphold you through it all sunlight danced across the dark side of my soul shadow dipped me in light light dipped me in shadow and behold I am a kaleidoscope This piece is an excerpt from the other sides of love by Sunday Bloo. © 2026 Sunday Bloo. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed, or adapted without written permission from the author.

I am a conjurer of language. I am a weaver of dreams spun from the very fabric of thought. With the whispered breath of a phrase, I transmute the simplest thoughts into shimmering rivers of words, flowing with depth and beauty. With the flick of a pen, I transmute the simplest words into golden rivers of meaning, flowing with grandeur and majesty. Like a sorcerer, I shape sound and rhythm, turning mere syllables into incantations. Like a celestial, I stir the soul, awaken the