I am a creation of power,
birthed by roots of sacrifice, illustrated by tragedy, built upon the smiles, of those that have been waiting the entire day for it. I have given love, to the sun. It's heat leaks in to my veins, tattoos itself to my body. It has burned me, but not buried me. I awake, amongst the demons of war. I rise, beyond the instrument of chaos, amplified in to energy's ear. The night sky has fallen, upon the roof of my light. Space agrees with time, Batman and The Joker, share a laugh. Roses, fall upon the feet of hope. Eagles, fly above the sorrows of reality. Clouds, rhythmically play a tune, for the crowd below. Waves, crash amongst the peace of the beach. Nature, has learned to fall asleep during war. The world hugs, holds hands, as oppositions, the yin, and the yang, ride together, towards magnificent, new beginnings.
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AuthorDaniel Buccafusca Archives
May 2021
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