The glowing orange sun
appearing and disappearing
in western and eastern horizon
sunrise and sunset they are called.
In between them they hold
the earth in its full glory
its children play games
within these two boundaries
Sunrise opens their eyes
to a new day full of hope
love, desire, despair or pain
reminds them they are still alive.
Sun bids goodbye with sunset
with the promise of another dawn
a night it leaves behind
for souls longing for rest or not.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
Unique!!!!
Every poem of yours is so intense and awesome!
dear dulce,
well, i too think the same about your poems. they are awesome.
with lots of affection,
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