White aura
Highest of the 8
Crowned the king and queen
On a dot that’s blue and pale
Calm waters where tsunamis reside
Close my eyes
After a long exposure
To your colour
I start to see you as bright
Contrasted against the darkness
No difference when there’s light all around
Contrasting or fading
Preferences held
Either opposition
Isn’t 20/20 vision
They’re all wearing green and purple
Their jealousy painting them as royalty
It’s nature in its dignity
From far away
It all looks the same
Buru for the Mother Earth
Burrow the Mother Earth
See within
Serandu
Serenade
For the hot searing core
As it never goes away
Red tone with gold accents
Anger within adorned with grandeur
Power in its luxury
Closing my eyes
Vision gone
Forget the means
If it does not hold love
But the bright white light
Encompassing
Till it explodes,
Starting anew.
About the Creator
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Nighttime was falling fast. The intensity of the light calmed me. The colors were of strong fire in the sky. As it died down it became more beautiful and an array of colors set about the sky, from purples to oranges. The view was as powerful as a symphony quieting down. The sun had completed its tour for the day and a new painting of a myriad of stars is slowly painted anew on the sky canopy.
By Maria Sophia4 years ago in Unbalanced
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