sunrise
October 17, 2009  |  by tumbling tiger  |  poems

the sun rises,
light hits softly,
even though the yellow ball is hid behind the urban colored clouds.
we have what others want,
we don’t need some UV50.

pouring down, like someone is taking the piss at us.
no dance or sacrifice of virgins,
it simply happens.
european sunrises filled with beautiful blue drops.


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