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Painting the Sun
The sun,
A canvas;
Blurred lines
Waiting patiently.
Golden tears fall
From the brush;
Hues of orange, yellow and red
Create stars.
With a final great stroke;
Stand back when she yells
"Let there be light!"
Now, watch it gleam.
A canvas;
Blurred lines
Waiting patiently.
Golden tears fall
From the brush;
Hues of orange, yellow and red
Create stars.
With a final great stroke;
Stand back when she yells
"Let there be light!"
Now, watch it gleam.
Published 7th Apr 2011
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power and a magical feel of, what I assume to be God, painting the sun the lights into the universe. Lovely work.
8th Apr 2011 00:21am
7th Apr 2011 11:40am
Agreed with Jolais, stunning imagery - it's very alive. Welcome, Dumbboo, if you start as you mean to go on well, there's a good writer there.
8th Apr 2011 00:26am
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