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Poles Apart
Trailing behind the sun
Clutching onto the last beam of light
The heavens are gone
Blackness has fallen
Alone he sits on a bed of stars
From their distance they whisper
The sound of pity resonates in the air
He waits
He waits
Hoping to catch a glimpe of golden warmth
But at the horizon nothing peaks
So he sinks back into the dark of the night
Never knowing the beauty of the day
Clutching onto the last beam of light
The heavens are gone
Blackness has fallen
Alone he sits on a bed of stars
From their distance they whisper
The sound of pity resonates in the air
He waits
He waits
Hoping to catch a glimpe of golden warmth
But at the horizon nothing peaks
So he sinks back into the dark of the night
Never knowing the beauty of the day
Published 27th Dec 2013
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14th Jan 2014 3:56pm
i like how you get a simple but clear point across in so little time. great poem ^_^
