Airborne Thoughts

Saturday, January 19th, 2008 UTC

Eventide. Sun fell,
from zenith to nadir, but
Sun rises anew.

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7 Responses to “Airborne Thoughts”

  1. mittens Says:

    I’d love to, someday
    trail Sun to whither she sleeps
    and sight dawn from there.

  2. Mr. Queasy Says:

    While Sun departed,
    I would barely grasp the sight
    of the dusking sky.

  3. mittens Says:

    Sun is vacillant,
    dangling in passing twilight
    ere turning away.

  4. Mr. Queasy Says:

    Only for Sunlight
    does Life await, to wake up
    from a slumbrous night.

  5. mittens Says:

    Bleached white by daybreak,
    a fresh sheet of sky awaits
    watercolor clouds.

  6. gimble Says:

    Dawn, the breath of a
    new day paused when night exhales,
    sunrise dimmed by fog.

  7. Mr. Queasy Says:

    Lo, spirits hang low
    ere dissipated by light;
    effulgence blinds them.


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