Even though great masses of clouds may gather
Like a great conspiracy
Trying to block out the sky
There still remains a blue;
A patch of periwinkle,
A sliver of sapphire there,
Wisps of clouds nothing more than cotton,
Thin and tearable bits of fibre,
Cobwebs so flimsy across the great blue;
So instead of being clouds
As fragile as they are,
Be the sun
That dazzles and captivates all,
The sun that blinds all
To the blue above in an explosion of brilliant white light.
And should you still fail
To pierce the remaining shards
Of winking blue diamonds of sky
And should you fall
Tumbling, crashing in a fiery collision
That ends in darkness
There you will finally conquer the sky
Bring its downfall
For without light, what colour can outmatch
The blackness, and absence of light;
Without light, there cannot be any sight,
Leaving only the night and all in desperate plight
Without the blue

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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...