the sun lit up the sky with victory
as the dark cowered in fear;
the blazing opening of the morning
scared the black soul away into the earth.
and when fear turned to rage
it snatched away the time of the afternoon
and turned it to dusk;
after all its fiery red anger, it soothed –
wrapping its hands around the sky like a cloak
and the day smiled behind the moon
the night wanted to show the day
fireworks, shooting stars and the calming night sea
it no longer fought with the sun and
the sun no longer burnt the face of the moon and stood quietly behind it,
slowly knowing it could shine too
and as both showed wonders of what they could do
their hatred turned to affection
and every day their fingers intertwined for a beautiful hour of crimson,
the fiery orange-
the passion, the forgiveness.
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PoetryPOETRY 'such sadness; a creative mind that cannot be expressed only through those crooked smiles that left me confessed' A poetry book that speaks wonders of love, life and tragedies. All Rights Reserved by Rachel W.
