Sunday, January 15, 2017

She is the sun.
She is his sun.
He is blinded by her light.
And when she sets 
he falls the the floor
and kisses the Earth
until she rises again.

-R.E Savini
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  1. WadeJanuary 20, 2017 at 9:57 PM

    She is the sun.

    Is he the moon, perchance?

    I love the way your poetry explores contrasts.

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