She spent the last few days smiling,
she looked on with a stare;
it could burn or melt anyone standing.
When the night time arrives
she shows signs of dismay,
but 8 hours later
the sad mood seems to have gone away.
She shines
and the creatures of the sky assemble
to perform a concert to celebrate the rebirth.
She's lost in the musical sounds
for the sounds of her children playing relax her.
It seems that the songs they sing
stir sweet mother's emotions,
but she ssends the day enjoying the show,
then when the night time comes, she lets it all go.
She silently yet violently weeps
her arms begin waving rapidly
and her cold tears begin to fall.
Author notes
It's one of those moments where I'm overwhelmed with different dierctions that this poem can go. I'll be back very soon to finish this. So far, it's doing what I want it to do (if that makes any sense.)
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Comments
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wow! very nice. i think it sounds great!
