And if the sun was not but a hand,
Would it reach down from its might,
And shine upon the very world I love?
The shadows of a hunters mind but a-
Shadow of the suns absence will kill,
Or would it fin pleasure in stalking?
And the stars nothing more then burning-
Bonfires as guidance for lost birds flight,
And if such was our world of humans?
Would you embrace the burning hand,
Fear the stalking shadows of a madman,
And once follow the lost birds guidance?
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Author notes
(I actually wrote this early in the morning whiles walking to school/college)
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Comments
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Oh, such cleverness penned into these lines.
You were inspired on that walk to school and I thank you for coming to our Pirate Party and sharing your talent. 
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interesting use of metaphore and imagery here. Good job. I liked the thought of th sun as a burning hand. Creative. Great job. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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This intriques me because you mixture of dark and light
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wow. this is so lovely, i love the way you worded it sissy..and just terrific poem. keep writing, and take care
Stephanie ♥
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