She bathes the sky with her gentle glow,
Crawling across the sky
Like a baby standing on its own two feet.
She rises slowly, out of the cradle:
The cradle of stars, with their brilliant light,
Amidst the leafless trees
Amidst the hills
Amidst the memories.
Crawling across the sky
Like a baby standing on its own two feet.
She rises slowly, out of the cradle:
The cradle of stars, with their brilliant light,
Amidst the leafless trees
Amidst the hills
Amidst the memories.
2 comments:
Wonderful Imagery. Enjoyed the read.
hmmm... a very subtle post! Like! :)
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