Windows collapse under the weight of dawn
All its admirers slip free from the covers shackles
Laying in the mint green fields to fawn
Its infinite majesty, the sun
It burns and it bristles, it commands and it crackles
A golden ray sweeping the dark debris of night
An orb of hope, fleshless and bleeding light
Until the dawn of night
The dusk of day, the dawn of night
No magnificent sphere to catch our sight
A scarred moon conjures no delight
Only waves of sorrow wishing for a light trite
Yet amongst the void devoid of light
Lie a million suns that greet our sight
Is our sun not but a star?
A million more can be seen afar
Hope lives on, whether by day or by night
In every burning sphere and in the candlelight
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poetboy5454 (
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Love your poem honoring our great majesty, the sun. Thanks
Thank you very much! Have a nice day!
Dam! What a goosebump of a read, your flow has been missed my friend. To others it may not mean much but to rest it is like sitting under the sun.
This was a great one!
Always appreciated
Much peace and respect
I've been missing my flow for a while, but this one felt good! Thank you for the input friend.
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