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The Sun will smoke.


Burst upon the galaxies,

Relaxing against their majesty 

The glowing orb found its place,

A comfortable distance

From the human race.
Hot and burning she lives

All her energy she happily gives,

And yet she cannot help it that

One day upon a future crick,

The Sun will smoke

And it will be thick.
She will stop,

With one more gift

A piece of her,

Among the rift.

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3 comments

  1. I love the delicate intrinsic flow striking the chords of your readers with such beauty found within the spoken word such as is within this piece. Breathtaking!

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  2. I especially like your visuals! I’ve nominated you for an award, The Dragon’s Loyalty Award. If you want to participate, check out the directions at justcanthelpwriting.wordpress.com. I’ll have them posted by Saturday!

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  3. Reblogged this on "A Curious Mind".

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