Glowing sun in circular domes,
Cast black twins on paved grounds.
Following origins’ shapes,
Each movement, mimicking.
Vanishes to reconcile with blankness.
Mist divides, luminous void in between.
Fear escapes, they rest.
Tiny wings approaches sharing their glow,
Rejoicing at such wonder.
If present meets future,
Light will dim, in hiding once more.
So bask in it, you should.
Let it awaken you now,
Because chances are finite.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 12, 2006 – 07:10 PM
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