Creation:
Inside vessels of clay
In the never-ending hallway
light is a guide.
Through the mirror it provides,
like cutting the first tooth,
the unknown truth.
Then as light is night;
day is spun with sight.
© Christopher Holmberg & RH Peat 9/17/09 11: 46am
Form: a collaborative poem, stichic,8 lines
Rhyme scheme aa bb cc dd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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'like cutting the first tooth, the unknown truth' deep, thoughtful and well written, well done