Cycle

Even in the morning, 

one star sets sail in the sky

As the darkness sinks.

The light grows and covers the 

world.

One half fire and the other is cold 

as hard clay.

The church bell rings

Like a gold hallow drum.

As the days gets sleepy 

the moon begins to shirk

over the suns residue.

The sun and moon

skud the horizon 

then suddenly 

the light scintillates to 

darkness.

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gill_isaiah1

The first poem I have ever written in my life.

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