DawnDawn dancing over shadowed hillA rising summer, night to killBroken light and filter-through,Shining glass to cast askew.Memory and time to bendEarth to move, the sun to sendShadows dancing, dancing toA newer world of morning dew.Where to go?The world is brightSo many things,No time for sight.Listen, laughter journeys here,To the world of far less fearWhere we will run, and we will cry,When daylight splits the starry sky.
Songthe gentle hum of the silver toned notes,waltzing through the air in a well rehearsed dance,the flowers bloomed and the fruits ripened to the tune,the sound of spring rhythmically carried in every note,every half note carried the sound of the brook,and every quarter note the whispers of the wind,with every crescendo a tiny universe was brought to life,thus was the magic of the nightingale song
WandererHeavy steps bounce off the groundSinging not a single soundAs they play through a moonlit forestForever to the woods I'm boundPurple flowers dot the vinesIn twisting golden lit designsIlluminating a path to seeNot staying to such small confinesI'll keep this path 'twill forever wanderMy thoughts I'll keep to think and ponderJust me alone to take the dareI will not hear no singing responderI'll travel through weathers of dark and brightembracing these woods that give no frightI'll sleep in the shadows of dusk and dawnAnd wake to the forests morning light
ThenI was always lost in my thoughts from birth until the end Always questioned exactly why I was given the will to breathe Yet, others lie dead, and everyone seems to grieve Never caring while they lived, what message does that send? So I spent my youth watching the others extremely closely I would copy certain signals that made them temporarily smile Spent the teen years mostly alone, fighting inside my head Began to study life, eventually determined to fight the trial Why are we here? Psychology, and then philosophy "Beware the barrenness of a busy life" quote Socrates "Make it on your own" was the general hypothesis Believed that w
Shore"Mommy, when will daddy wake up""Soon, just wait and fear you not""What does he need this weird cup?""Without it, wounds would probably rot""I see, but I much fear to watch""You don't, just stand, and help""So when it'll be, the lucky snatch?""Seagull must bring piece of a kelp""I need to see the sea, and watch!"The sea was just like it was beforeThere were some waves, on the shoreYet no one around, to even shoutAnd no one around, to ask aboutThe boy came up, the highest cliffFrom where he heard, the wave riffHe looked far, horizon chased himThin line before, was even more slim"Hey you, sea, give me a seagull just"Sea ran
The moon follows me at nightThe moon follows me at night…And in its sight, all is revealedAs the trees, dark and concealed Frame the light with shapes unreal, and not right.It stalks me with great haste…Giving chase in silent lunges Taking plunges in the waists, of darkened coves and littered grunges Deftly racing by expunging all its weight.And as I bound, I order “Faster!”Being master of this round I order legs, not nearly weightless To fly forth up off the ground In the hopes that moon, so shapeless will confound.And as it slows I feel it dimming See my winnings take their form See it go, hymn distilli
Mans Red FlowerWith her crimson peddles she fights the darkness that surounds me. The scent of her fragrance has kept me warm from the cold world. The absents of her presence causes me to fear the unknown things around me. Then upon her blossming into existence, I great her like an old friend. I tend this beautiful flower with care, for she is the embodiment of life.
Co-ordinates. ii.they always said that if you shoot for the moonand you missyou’ll still land among the starsbut what if you don’t burn as brightand you’re always over-shadowed by some big planetwhat if you don’t make up a constellationand no one wishes on youwhat if you start to flicker and no one is around to plot your co-ordinatesif you ask mewe should all work on our aim
SunriseThe sky was painted a mixture of pinks and purples As she sat on the deck watching it while sipping teaIt seemed so soft going up from the mountain and Over the town. She was not one to get up early butJust this once it was nice to see in the soft haze ofJust waking up.The birds chirped and called and for once it did not Bother me, there was no sound of other people howeverNo kids calling out, no adults talking to each other Just the sounds of early morning animals across The lovely painted sky
Outlined.She contemplates the Sun forming a pair with it's glow, and the Moon turns speechless, unable to speak. She observes the Moon consolidating with loneliness, and the Sun halted, unable to speak.For the verdict of the nature has been outlined.The universe share it's illumination, she's achieving for that fluorescent star. Keep on trying, 'till she doesn't feel the pains from the wounds.Forcing all possessions that isn't hers.When the time has come, she'll find that radiance. Everything that has been paired will meet each other.For a rendezvous has been outlined.- Mia
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