The sun dies
and is reborn as the moon
day light cries
as darkness robs it of its wealth.
The sky tries to kill the world
to kidnap its life
and drown it in grey.
but
the world is a rebel...
the city lights light up
like a shield to the very soil they stand on
the cars
with their taillights
speed on bridges
lilac headlights flying over the great dark sea
flowing golden
like a Greek God's blood,
shutters are brought down in progression
like screams of protest
and soon
just before the world goes to bed
it whispers in the ears' of constellations
"wash that eyeliner off,doesn't suit the shine of the of your lip gloss"
and in a matter of time
even the stars sing godly hymns
blind bats become warriors
"ugly" owls become the wittiest
and together they protest,
and orchestra to deafen the dark.
helpless,it surrenders,the dark.
and the sun,he comes alive again
as daylight wipes her tears
such is the earth
a patriot at heart
a fighter in blood
a rebel in mind
just one flaw
its blind
unfortunate enough
it cant see the beauty it has inside.
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Inking vacuum
Poetry******* Is it dark or am I blind? Is it hollow or am I outside? Is the world deaf or am I the deaf one unable to hear the world responding back? ****** Previously known as "kaleidoscopic ink" ******* this book is a collection of poems(short and long...
