As the Earth turns
darkness and light unfold
akin to the inner landscape of the soul
The highest latitudes
at times are given
continuous night and day
A further reflection
of the soul's winding travels
through canvas of color and gray
of the soul's winding travels
through canvas of color and gray
Sometimes feeling
never ending sunlight
never ending sunlight
or eternal endless night
Yet it waxes and wanes
day after day
and will always change
and will always change
This poem is full of awesomeness:)
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