92 Millions Miles From Here

The wind is whistling.
The sky is grey.
You're off to school on a miserable day.

Clouds are pouring rain on your head,
You wish you could have stayed in bed.

But 92 million miles from here,
is a star that will make you're gloom disappear.

Its rays will cross the depths of space,
To make you smile when they touch you're face

Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2006-05-21 at 13:34

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92 miles from here....good write!!!

Chris, good to see you back!
And what with a wonderful offering :_)

I used to get it from the teachers - when my thoughts travelled afar off some 92 million miles from the classroom.....

I guess in the northern hemisphere the light of the sun becomes more 'hope' when there is so much darkness in a year. Here in the south - the sun has been setting so much earlier and is also so lazy to rise up.... I have to wake up much earlier because it is so much more difficult to get started for the day.....

This poem picks up my spirits. Thanks:_)

this is a way cool write

Onyeka Nwelue
Kris, are you just coming into Poetbay? If so, welcome...

welcome...with a slicely written and smoothly read beautiful poem...

I don't know a better description for this...Excellent!

I extremely had great time in reading it, well done!

I enjoined reading it welll done!