Daniel McCann

Rookie - 0 Points (18/09/1991 / Manchester)

Artist - Poem by Daniel McCann

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.

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 28, 2012

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