All's Fine
Earth spins,
black wins.
Dusk dies,
dew cries.
Venus,
greets us.
And night,
dons light.
First stars,
then Mars.
Moonbeams,
gild streams.
We race,
through space.
Dawn breaks,
life wakes.
Sun's ray,
brings day.
A sign,
all's fine.
This is a “Footle Poem” written April 3rd , 2015 for the contest (Your Footle Poem).
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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