Relections

Relections

A Poem by don't know

 

The white sun fell while the Sun was down.
When the Sun rose the white sun started to fall.
In the light the white sun became many suns
Red suns, Blue suns, Green suns, Any Color suns.
Until the light from the Sun was to much, and the white sun disappeared forever.
But what was left, hidden under the blinding light of the white sun
was Life.
 

© 2014 don't know


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Thanks again. For taking the time to review. you hit the nail on the head

Posted 9 Years Ago


Interesting view of how life came to be - we think of light as good, as life.
I like the idea of the different colors being used to describe the transition of that which is no more becoming all that is.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on October 15, 2014
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