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Bliss

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Drenched in the gold of late afternoon sunlight,
we can begin again.
We are born of the light and the sound of our name.
Born to be the sun's blissful creatures,
leaking out the light for all of the world to see,
carrying the torch to the dead of night,
calling the bones
to take to flesh again,
to love again.

Did you know a smile is a stamp upon the world?
If I leave you a chunk of beauty,
will you promise to carry the torch
as a creature of bliss?
GUESS WHAT!?
I'm being good again and working on my word poems! YAYYY.
This is 107! Bliss: joy, rapture, elation, felicity
It was extremely hard for me to write this poem because I couldn't think of anything that made me blissful. Then I was thinking about my absolute favourite time of day, which is around 5-7 pm depending on the time of year where everything just gets infused with this golden light. If I was an actual artist I'd paint it.
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LightOverpowers58's avatar
Wonderful images...there is a sense of warmth and strength emanating from this piece. Lovely work, dear! :)