Artist Poem by Daniel McCann
Artist
As the sun dies
the Angel cries
and the tears of the sky
fall down from blue eyes,
which wait,
while the burning bridge drowns from its mistake,
it hands you the ability to create,
and with the hands you came to life with,
the sun, comes alive.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The burning bridge is the sun. The sun is a person that is dying. You are the Artist.
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