Sol
· poetry
Dawn creased the sky through the crescent crescendo As photons pierced the clouds with innuendo Sol brings its light to yet another day Losing the struggle to withhold its array Sol would let Luna remain in our sight But momentum always tends to win the fight Our spinning orb never gives Sol respite Demanding the day bring an end to the night
JArtB Saturday, July 30, 2016 at 11:44
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