Poems
A place for thoughts that I won't ever explain.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Light
Light is ever beaming through
To be delayed later and later
Prolonging the vibrant Sun
Infecting all being with its brightness
It feels infectious
Light ever gleaming from the sky
As it turns into night, it's still beaming
It's still gleaming
It's still bright
So very bright
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