Posted by: SPT | February 25, 2011

Positive

The glory of each word
exubes from my soul:
The faces and smiles,
the sins I have tasted,
all the positive spaces.

The amazing thoughts laced,
or the fountain of life we traced.
Point in case: My existence.

I am only witness to the shining sun in theory,
for I have yet to travel to its vicinity.
It blinds my vision with light, so I close my eyes.
But even blind I’m incapable of shutting out the sight.

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