Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 6, 2015

The Sunrise…~by Angela Black



The Sunrise…

When life turns dull
And faith_ inside me_ dies,
I keep myself together
And resort to the stars.
I open all the windows
And lift the heavy blinds,
Then I rush outside
Waiting for the sunrise.
I lift my head up high
And I tell a wordless story
The moon and the stars listen,
And they gently sympathize.
You may call it madness,
But I call it wisdom
Because nature’s sympathy
Is merely earned by the wise.
Alone, outside, miming the wind
A fierce spirit and blurry eyes,
Yet whenever I stumble,
I swallow the pain and rise.
I’m done listening to people
Never helpful, yet they criticize.
I’m no more a human being;
I’m a sweet blossom for butterflies.
I quit brutality, so that
Me and nature can peacefully harmonize.

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