Melting Pot Sun
If the sun were to melt what do you suppose?
Well thats simple!
It would run in between your toes!
What else do you suppose?
Sun drops dripping down,down,down from the sky filling oceans one by one!
Every concave shell filled to its brim.
Leaves,trees,bees covered in the shimmering substance.
Everything beautifully golden.
Appearances completely engulfed in the melted sun.
Soon after oceans overflowing their sun infested waters.
People in awe of it's eternal glittering beauty.
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