Earth's Star slipping down
beyond the horizon, wind
in my hair, blowing
cold prickles up and
down my skin; though desolate,
the stark beauty of
the sight strikes me to
my core, ignites my soul, and -
to myself - I think
I wish to Live
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
Earth's Star slipping down
beyond the horizon, wind
in my hair, blowing
cold prickles up and
down my skin; though desolate,
the stark beauty of
the sight strikes me to
my core, ignites my soul, and -
to myself - I think
I wish to Live
A gift for George Arkley, as promised!
Poem inspired by this link: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/4-sunset-santorini-greece-colette-hera-guggenheim.html
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