The sunrise is unviewable from this position.
The sunset, too.
Too much crowding of buildings and trees
to witness Sol complete his daily routine.
I don’t often spy Luna either,
with her choosing to cross the sky
after all the blinds have been closed.
This whole dance between star-crossed lovers
hidden from my view,
partially by my choice
and partially by my circumstance.
I don’t know why I choose to still write of them
when I can’t see them.
Maybe it’s because I know they’re still there.
Maybe it’s because I want them to be.
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who are they that they would be anything to ye?
i find within my confused mind that so i know
i lack the tact
to inspire
or add to your conucopia
of words
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What better to capture in words than that which cannot be perceived by the eye, eh? Nice work, Joy. Thanks
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I can guess that LOVE is great in you 🙂
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