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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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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Reblogged this on "A Curious Mind".
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