Fade in…
Fade out…
Each day
A bit further
From the one which came before
Each moon reflecting
That much less
Of the sun from which it’s glow is gained
Now the night
Once distinct in the solitude it held
Bleeds out through the thin rays of morning
Hiding deep within the rolling grey
For time is an illusion
A rift between
Perception and expectation
Whether empty black
Or azure blue
There are a million burning suns
Waiting
Watching
Always…
Great poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Wow that’s great imagination
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Thank you, sincerely, Adi. 🙂
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you, Adnama. 🙂
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You are Welcome 🙂
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