The Miracle


The sun is playful with hungry eyes
It transforms African rivers into gold mines
It embraces the reins with a glistening blanket
Leaping the heart of a weakened toddler
He squirms to spread out the miracle
Breathing in life with every attempt
With every move follows the feathered beast
The sun will burn, yet the the hellish eyes
Are set on the feast.

© Nicoletta

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