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When Night Comes

Poetry By: Honeysuckle1310
Poetry


Don't play game with trust! It will break soul....


Submitted:Nov 30, 2011    Reads: 28    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


When Dark King walks slowly in his gloomy kingdom

The Sun goes to the dance party with his lovers

The Moon cries bitterly in the arm of sparkling stars

The Wind can't stand seeing his mother's falling tears

He is deep in thought on the top of Himalaya

Crossing Pacific Ocean to find where his father is

The Sun is kissing an attracted rainbow in Hawaii

He wanders sluggishly to the North Pole

Don't know his teardrops or anything created a flood in San Francisco

He goes alone in the Sahara…no human sound..only wind blowing

Where to go ? How to live now? The wind cries hopelessly

"Poor boy! Poor boy! Go with grandmother! I am here with you"

I see bright wings are opened to hug the poor Wind….





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