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Sun-Day: Captured #writephoto

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To the left is a giant kissing the sky,

On the right a fore-finger its hand buried in clay.

Yet should you ask, ‘why?’

There is no one to say.


Can a sliver of blue heaven

Between hard rock face,

Answer the riddle

Set by time and place?


Could Sentinels of Stone point out the way?

Is there really no difference between night and day?


First it was a tickle,

Then it was a stroke…

As the pale sun’s disk

Caressed by bark

Slid down to earth

And began to talk…


‘You enter this portal to avoid traversing the dark.’

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Photo prompt, Daily Echo