Stars scattered over the black
concealed moon beneath the clouds
Perfect scenery it was
The night sky
The darkness delved upon a star
Bright as day
Hot as Hell
The Mighty Sun it was.
The search comes to an end
As the sun reveals itself
and the darkness sleeps,
sound and safe and silent.
Light bloomes over the face of life
a new day rose above
a new life grows below
an old life blows away
The day began
with the resounding bells
and the day ended
as the sun's glory fell
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Emotional cripple
Poesía"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
