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There is only a hint of color in the sky,

but I can make out the darker silhouettes

of trees on the mountains.

Daybreak will come quickly in this clear sky.


I see a creeping glow of orange,

no, more of peach, really,

thinning into pale yellow and fading

into the deep blue of the still dark dome of sky.


A silvery sheen already reflects

from that strip of river

where it doubles back

before hiding under the foothills.


There it is—a flash of aquamarine

from the top rim of the sun

just as it clears the ridge.


The line of the sun’s light is bulging,

painting the eastern slopes

with lavender and reflecting flashes

from windows of high cabins.


The full sun is up now, pushing and growing

with each second. My eyes are tearing up

and blurring the brightness.


Everything is lighting up,

changing color and shape,

creating a new world.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Well, a nice image of day break... much appreciated for the read.



"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."


"I don't believe you."


"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker


"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough


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colorful metaphor

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Thank you Geoff. Refreshing attitude that now is a good time to be alive. Hard to escape the constant turmoil;

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  • 1 month later...

A sunrise flight? The title drew me in, and I especially liked reflecting flashes/from windows of high cabins. I can picture them on the sides of the mountains.



Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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