Kelsea Osterman


Day, Dusk, and Night


I look up into the sky to
see the bright yellow sun
beating down on me. it
reminds me of your bright
smile, making any bad day
good again. When it sets
in the far west i know
that it will be back again
soon, just like you. When
that bright pale moon finally
shows its self I see that even the
smallest amount of light will
always shine brighter than the
dark skies. Knowing these things
helps me get past all the times
we are apart.

Submitted: Saturday, October 10, 2009
Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011
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  • Aastha Uppal (7/18/2010 3:02:00 PM)

    love the way the poem flows... romanticism mixed with nature's beauty.. filled with optimism... trully like it
    great write (Report) Reply

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