Invisible in Its TimeA Poem by Bee
Not till the day is done
Does man long for the sun. As the light was never missed while it shone, A flower is not noticed till it's gone. If all beauty is fleeting Then it does not allow time for a greeting. To the flow of time it submits So the present eye it cannot befit. Never seen is the sublime For it is invisible in its time. © 2014 BeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBeeSeattle, WAAboutHello! I'm Bee, a 14 year old freshman who writes as a hobby. I write mostly poetry, but someday I hope to author a novel. As of late I've been writing lyrics for a band I'm in as well, but I probably.. more..Writing
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