Out The Window

A burst of light

Breaks demure clouds,

Scorches fine earth.

A merciless attack,

And infinite life succumbs.

Later and it’s gone.

I peer from behind my eyes,

Though I eternally surround them,

And all I see is

Black.

 

Yet I know that…

Behind the trees,

Lies more of me,

I have not yet found.

 
This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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