Treasure Island

Matthew Kraft


Reflections


The white sun fell while the Sun was down.
When the Sun rose the white sun started to fall.
In the light the white sun became many suns
Red suns, Blue suns, Green suns, Any Color suns.
Until the light from the Sun was to much, and the white sun disappeared forever.
But what was left, hidden under the blinding light of the white sun
was Life.

Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2010

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