When The Sun Rises

DreamingKikyo

When the sun rises

I am awake 

Looking at its beauty 

Thinking about my life 

Tell me 

What's life? 

I need universe to answer me

I need galaxies to tell me their story

Or else

I will live in this body 

Completely unaware 

Of my surroundings 

So please call my name 

Pat me on the head 

Let's sit on the edge of the world 

And tell me your story

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Comments1

  • myself and me

    Maybe the Sun itself have the same question, and it is still looking for the answer everyday from dawn to dusk.
    Well penned.



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