Treasure Island

Jason Pacheco

(June 29,1977 / Fall River, Massachusetts)

Insight


I love light.
Waves of sight, particles unite.
When out of sight, some feel fright,
I feel delight.
Darkness is light,
God's design,
Devine,
Insight.

Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 20, 2012

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  • Sally Plumb Plumb (3/20/2014 5:33:00 AM)

    Hi! Nice write. I've written a piece titled Insight. Different from yours. By the way, i enjoyed Seven Four Five. (Report) Reply

  • Rekha Mandagere (3/17/2012 11:40:00 PM)

    I have often seen people leading one towards light by discarding darkness but here is a lovely poem showing us that darkness is the path through which one can see his vision clearly. Wonderful reasoning! (Report) Reply

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