Poetry


Good Light

Good light
gives no warning.
When it comes what
can we do about it?
Nothing hinted that we
would suffer so hard.
No more war.
No more suffering.
Nothing but light.
Even as you now lean
over to read this, the wind
has beaten the dark back
as the good morning comes.




Poetry by t.obatala
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Written on 2006-07-31 at 19:36

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