Creation
C old and dark, naught fills the waste when,
r are, a blast cracks through the void.
E arth forms near the bright sun
a s rocks hit the moon.
T he world is born
i n life's dawn,
o ld yet
n ew.
10/07/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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