we admire the rainbow
and hide from the storm.
there goes the sun deep below the waves of the blue.
and here we are again, waiting for the moon.
it's not enough light so we sleep through the night,
because the sun will shine and we will be able to smile.
we can't help but be the flicker of fire in this world of ice.
we shine like fireflies that never run dry.
and even when blind we look for light.
after all, we are human, that's how we survive.
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Poetry-The Unspoken Words
PoetryNothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red ~Kait Rokowski
