In noon, The Sun swaggers his lightness
Showing off the milky way here
Who know, Sol wrapped by the darkness
Formed from fusion, shunned ‘way. Hear
At night, The Moon blinks her beauty
Glowing the waves of warmth here
Who know, Luna wrapped by ugly
Formed from debris, shunned, cold no
warm. Hear
Who know, if The Lord is only one
Why Sun, Moon, Noon, Night’s two sides
Who know, if Lo is only someone
Why her Life, Love has two sides
White is the lightest Black, Why
Why is Black is the darkest White?
I really like your final lines. It's an interesting mental image, with all of your connections to nature.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you like it, Jordan Kron. Thank you for dropping by :)
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