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2016-04-11 — Poetry · NaPoWriMo — Tags: NaPoWriMo, seasons, nature

Grey days or blue

Full of stop or start or do

Seasons come,go

The flicker of flame

The reeling Sun

One in countless stars

Their warmth echos into the abyss

Into the vacuum

Energy into mass or mass into energy.

 

 

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