Poetry

Earth (#794)

Across the black, in its fires that burn,
Fireflies streak in its everlasting turn,
Rock and ice in its reach,
Talks with beauty since little or no speech,

For colors of the blue,
So many yet so very few,
Changing is the endless land,
From the cliffs to mountains to beaches of golden sand,

It’s life all alone in the night,
With loneliness, it searches in spite,
Nothing to do but follow an old road,
With a lifeless friend and its empty load.

Any Thoughts?

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