
Written for Sadje’s Challenge: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/03/23/what-do-you-see-22-march-23-2020/
Imagine I am the King
He stood at the top of the hill
imagining he was the king
on top of the world
holding onto all the colors
space would offer him.
He held his hand out
to catch a shooting star
but found it impossible
to hold onto the hope
that this all was real.
So he paused
and he waited
and he thought
that if he was the king
on top of the world
he would accept all the colors
space wanted to offer him.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Big sigh…
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A beautiful poem and equally beautiful photo. Who would not feel like a king or a queen under such a sky?
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I would imagine people living in Alaska have some nights like that. I guess other very northern areas too!
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Oh I LIKE this!
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Thank you!
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Most welcome 🙂
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Good things come to those who wait.
Thanks a lot for joining in the challenge.
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Thanks for hosting…
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You’re welcome
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