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things are going to be grey
breathing tar inside
created nights without a sunrise

innocence breeds hopelessness in this world  
don't cry your pains in order to foster their intensity

dark things spoken will play around the mind
like children they scream and curdle throughout the night
chilling sensations wrap around while they mutate

greedy lungs withhold oxygen
their offspring drain the logic from reality

last breaths taken care for the innocent evils that live within
we don't lie for ourselves
when we begin to give life to those living inside our head
it's nothing but negative metamorphisis
The morning is so beautiful it’s like a sigh of relief.
The morning air is like medicine that is my belief
I say this because everything is calm and the sky is so pretty.
With reds and pinks and the orange sun, to miss it, would be a pity.
I love to hear the birds sing their beautiful songs like nature's melody.
To hear it, it’s like a soul restoring remedy.
So enjoy the beautiful morning while it lasts.
Because before you know it the morning will pass.
audrey Apr 28
era
the sun rose in the east,
only cries and wails
in white hoarded rooms,
where a new day starts,
and endings birthed,
and where the sun
sets in the west,
waiting for a better
tomorrow.
Keiya Tasire Apr 25
This is, the Creator's Delight!
The Sun through the rain opens a rainbow of color.
Resounding within layers upon layers
Vibrational tones & hues.

Flowing continuously
Into each Arc & Convenient.

The seven flowering, whirling lights
Spin, emanating their specific color
Thousands upon thousands of tones & hues.

Shinning outward
Purple, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, and Blue.

Standing together in harmony
Each a Rising Sun
A reflection of a reflection
Repeated in countless rays
Reaching from the rising base
An outstretched  fan.
  
Etched up on my mind
This memory  lingers long past sunset
Within the fan's folds
For here resides the mystery of Light.

With Great understanding. Great wisdom, knowledge and joy.
Love Arise!!
In Unity!  
The Creator's delight!
In Unity!
Love Arise!!
With Great understanding. Great wisdom, knowledge and Joy.

For here resides the mystery of Light.
Within the fan's folds
This memory  lingers long past sunset
Etched upon my mind

An outstretched  fan.
Reaching from the rising base
Repeated in countless rays
A reflection of a reflection
Each a rising sun
Standing together in harmony

Purple, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green  and Blue.
Shinning outward

Thousands upon thousands of tones & hues.
Spin, emanating their specific color
The seven flowering, whirling lights

Into each  Arc & Convenient.
Flowing continuously

Vibrational tones & hues.
Resounding within layers upon layers
The Sun through the rain opens a rainbow of color.
This is, the Creator's Delight!
This is about both a physical and spiritual sunrise and the splendor of all of the physical and spiritual color within each sunrise.
DElizabeth Apr 12
My eyes watch
as the sky
is painted with colors of
soft blues & white fluffs
to
vivid pinks & dazzling oranges.

Soon to be
pitch blacks & deep violets
with tiny bright lights
speckled on with flicks of His brush.

Soon to be tomorrow,
strokes of
happy yellows & stunning golds.
Shofi Ahmed Apr 10
One step walk
thousands of smiles.
One rose flower
sing tons of birds.
Bask in pop out
first thing at the sunrise!
Melody Mann Apr 10
Boundless is the darkness that blankets our consciousness,
Infinite is our desire which lies hidden in our whispers,
Empty are our hearts at sunrise,
A forsaken encounter for memories unified.
alupa Apr 8
Suddenly, everything changed
The universe I knew was supposed to be black
But never had I seen all these tones of grey
Dark figures emerged
And the sky was full of blood
Drowning millions of lights beneath its greedy waves
And I thought the world was going to end
As everything I used to know started to change
Fire appeared on the horizon
And I was blinded by it
Everything went from black to white
But once my eyes had adjusted
I saw that the world didn't end
It was full of colours
No, it rather seemed like it had just been born
a sunrise
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