I feel lonely today. Wounds so fresh as daylight slips away. Lonely days to lonely nights, Ilusion portrays itself predominately within the absence of light. Ticking reminds me time doesnt cease to be. Forever cycling? Seems so frozen to me. Axis lovers 180 on rotation, The moon and Sun rise and set amoungst my tribulations. Envious is me, I adore their natural constant integrity, chasing one another up and down the skies. A tear is shed with every breathtaking sunrise. Ever so often they meet each others lips, my trials oh so insignificant when they dazzle our world with a solar eclipse. Luckily this dirt path has blessed me with a stone to lay my head upon. Alas, my journey must go on after I smell some roses, and have a heart to heart with the dawn.
-Bekah
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Day And Night (A book of poems)
PoetryA multitude of people will be adding poems to this book. These are our thoughts spilled into words. Be ready for variety. :) [I suck at descriptions and will change this later.. -Cat]
