Up There. Poem by Eva Polak

Up There.

Miracolous, miracolous dreaming. When the sunset is speaking to us words of wisdom, in the orange of the sun light, in the violet of the dimlight.Miracolous dreaming. When dawn arrives suddenly and the day has begun. It is the sun, it is the sun up there.

Wednesday, September 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: light,sun,sunset,words
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