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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