The Daily Miracle We Never See
Many are still in the land of dreams
When a daily miracle occurs-
Cobalt blue
to neon pink
yet another
daily miracle has unfolded
with no witnesses
And so another day begins
The day ends
With the sun silently slipping below the horizon - But not until -
Our amazing-
Planet Earth's vast skies are transformed
from azure
to bright orange
into Hectic red
to the cobalt blue
we know ends the day.
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EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE POETRY
I am a teenage girl who has been writing poetry for a good three or four years. I have always been into the great Emily Dickinson, but my belief is that I was NOT the one who made the decision to start writing poetry, that it was actually God who made that choice. From the very first poem I wrote on, my love of all that is poetry has increased greatly as has my love for God.
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