The sun in all of her brilliance dances during the day. Slowly spinning on and by until she reaches the edge of the sky. Then she lies down to sleep. Night. The moon her lover comes out protecting her as she sleeps. He loves her, wants her, but every time he goes to touch her and hold her sparks fly. They fill the blank, black canvas on which she lies. We call them stars.
Molly May said...
Apr. 17, 2010 at 12:57 pm:
Apr. 17, 2010 at 12:57 pm:
This is an amazing peice. I love the whole idea! It is grasping and can hold a very logic ground. Keep writting!




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