A drop of sunlight hits the mountains
Painting them in gold.
A canvas of the world
For each stroke commands
Rises green from black and gray
And yellow from the crisp cool sand.
Heating up the hearts
Of those who lie beneath
The melody of the moon's silver lullaby
Which beckons them to sleep.
Be wary of the golden light
Which seldom leaves the earth
for stay too long in its fiery gaze
And you'll be cooked in its inviting hearth.
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Rivers of Words
PoetryThe poems which keep me up at night--pondering about life and happiness. A canvas of words too big to be kept to myself.
