<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Sunshien13"><title>Sunshien13's Poetry - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/</link><description>The poetry that is written by Sunshien13 is original, and inspired by various differant occations. I have not only written poetry in English, but also in Afrikaans for those who are interested.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489828" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489823" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489819" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489817" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489812" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489828"><title>WHEN SILVER TURNS TO GOLD!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489828</link><description>ONCE THERE WAS BEAUTY NOW WRINKLES AND SAGS, UNDER THE CHIN AND STOMACH, AND ON THOSE ONCE BEAUTIFUL LEGS…. BUT HE LOOKS AT YOU AND SAYS, “YOU’RE STILL MY PRINCESS, MY LASS, YOUR AGE DOESN’T MATTER, YOU STILL WEAR THAT CLASS!” THIS IS THE ONLY TIME *SILVER - TURNS - GOLD* AS THE DAY TURNS TO...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489823"><title>TATTERED &amp; TORN</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489823</link><description>Bright red and bold once This little shed did stand. Next to the great barn, no doubt, On this Ole Farmer’s land. But with years of rain that pitter-pattered, And sun rays that shown so bright, This little shed is *Tattered &amp; Torn*. One day on the ground In pieces it will be scattered, And oh, so...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489819"><title>A ROSE</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489819</link><description>Oh fare rose, oh rose of mine, You grow so tall and stately - not on a vine, Your pedals hold the dew Like a spider in a web, But blood comes from my finger When with your thorns I am stabbed. Your colors are so pure and bright Like rays of sunshine when in a vase on the table at night. You wilt,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489817"><title>LOST, LONELY, &amp; HEARTBROKEN</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489817</link><description>I SAW AN OLD MAN UPON HIS STOOP HE SAT, AND IN HIS WRINKLED HAND, A HAT! HE RECOLLECTS THE MEMORIES OF LAUGHTER HE ONCE KNEW BUT SITS ALONE NOW… JUST WITH A SUITCASE AND A PAIR OF OLD SHOES. HE WAITS, SEEMS FOR HOURS, FOR SOMEONE HE DOES NOT KNOW TO TAKE HIM AWAY TO A STRANGE PLACE, WHERE THEY...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489812"><title>LIFE GOES ON NO MATTER WHAT!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sunshien13/489812</link><description>LIFE GOES ON NO MATTER WHAT, WITH HUSTLE AND BUSTLE OF CARS AND TRUCKS. HEARTS ARE HEAVEY, EYES ARE SAD, VERY FEW SMILES OUR FACE CLAD, BUT LIFE GOES ON NO MATTER WHAT! LOVE ONES PASS ON, WE MISS THEM DEARLY, MISS THEIR LOVE, COMPASSTION, AND HUGS MOST CLEARLY. WE OFTEN WONDER, “WHY US OH LORD…”...</description></item></rdf:RDF>