Time – A Poem

Sun comes, sun
goes. I watch
it fall

behind a blue cloud
mountain, watch it
rise gold again

through etch-a-sketched
fingers reaching
for morning.

- Time, by Kelly Sauer. March 6, 2013


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2 Comments

  1. HisFireFly says:

    day begins, ends, begin again
    the cycle continues
    bright shining
    dark enveloping
    all true

  2. You should write poetry more often.

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