I’ve lived the rain.
And felt it dry.
Dry like cold drops of heaven slithering down the dome of a black umbrella.
Funny how heaven’s white.
And hell’s red.
Like black doesn’t really belong.
Someone died today.
And someone was born.
And someone said goodbye.
I wonder which was hardest.
They won the game.
And lost the day.
The last red haze of twilight sinking into a bleak horizon.
And they said it looked ‘alive’.
7 comments:
is that one of your paintings?
i've never seen the last red haze of twilight sink into a bleak horizon with my own eyes.
i really want to
i was planning to come here and say that just because you have a long post doesnt mean you can keep it for a long time but then i got to that you've posted.
good.
and i have seen the last red haze sink.but actually it had got hidden by clouds.so maybe not.
no it doesnt.
my post is newer than yours.
hello :)
this is beautiful.
AND it makes sense.
two birds with one poem.
Someone died today.
And someone was born.
And someone said goodbye.
I wonder which was hardest.
i love this
Heaven is white and hell is red. and black is for the misfit.
yes.
Someone died today.
And someone was born.
And someone said goodbye.
SUPERB!
when the battle's lost and won - the dichotomy of existence - you find it everywhere if you know how to look.
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