3/29/17

Flickers


Just suppose.
That we are in the dark.
No light.
Virtually blind.
Hopeless.

Suddenly.
Illuminations burn.
Ablaze.
What was heard is seen.
In glory.

3
6
2
5
3

Only light.
Eliminates darkness.
Flickers.
The tune of always.
Forever.

Scurry up.
Fight the rain and the wind.
Quite dim.
Still enough to see.
Still some glow.

Fresh Wit

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