when I hide, you come out to play
watch changing colors of the clay
the world is what we make of it
plunged in darkness, or cheerfully lit
power, love and the sky we share
though never seen together there
length of fleeting shadows on the soil
to measure revolving, rotating turmoil
rooted in ether, we stay and smile
as days and nights cover the last mile
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Beautiful. Excellent word choice.
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Thank you so much, Sascha!
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I think it’s easier to make a bright day great than to light up the gloom of shadows.
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It is a perspective in the end, that makes or breaks a day or life.
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This is my favorite part:
the world is what we make of it
plunged in darkness, or cheerfully lit
Have a good weekend !
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Thank you, Grace!
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Nice.
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The first and last lines tie these couplets together almost like a couplet themselves. The hiding while the other comes out to play in the first and the ominous “last mile” for days and nights to cover are very nice.
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Thanks for seeing something I had missed in the flow of writing and publishing 🙂
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