Wisps of a chilled breeze gently pass by,
and the sun shines just the same.
Rolling hills crowd 'round rippling frigid waters headed to the sea,
and the sun shines just the same.
A girl by the window pane sits and reads,
and the sun shines just the same.
Walking on his path, the traveler sees what others cannot say.
Steady on his way, he moves on, with few words and many a thought.
Cheerful children in the distance play.
For some there is beauty, and others there is not.
In shadow, a boy feels nothing but pain.
The traveler continues on in spite of such things.
Wondering to himself if the young man will be saved.
For some there is life, and others there is not,
and the sun shines just the same.
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Hunter Blakely
Born a peasant, grown a prince.
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While viewing a painting, time freezes. All movement ends. Individual photons are locked in place, sprinkled across your eyes. These photons do not fill the entire area of your pupil. The result is speckles of color, as if a pointillist painter were just getting started with a large painting on transparent sheets. Instead of focusing on one section, the painter decides to put points all over the canvas in no particular order. Each of these speckles are separated by a black and empty void. It would almost resemble looking at the night sky, and seeing the stars against the nothingness. The stars are of different color, and vaguely resemble an image when you allow yourself to see them as a whole.
By Hunter Blakely3 years ago in Poets
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