the sun is made
of fireflies
trapped in the spider
of the universe's web
it entangles
each lit-up little bug
with such careful
precision -
tying them,
knotting them,
keeping them still;
it waits until night time,
when the moon
rises high,
to feast
on the light-source
to darken
the sky.
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoesíaA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
