"First there was light
Not bright and sterile, like lights of a hospital.
The light was warm, sweet and welcoming, like honey to a bee.
The sun looked at this terrestrial ball, and smiled, sharing its warmth with us.
It gave us warm summer, and sometimes it gave us winter so cold,
our breath would be visible in the air,
like we were all magnificent, fire breathing dragons.
The sun was our hope,
helping us hold on until tomorrow."
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Constellations
PoetryA short collection of poems, about the beautiful world that surrounds us.
