A Smile.
Beautiful.
Full of love.
Not a care for
The world and its
Rules. Like the soft,
Gentle summer breeze on
The leaves of the dry oak;
Like the morning sun over the
Fresh patches of snow; like a hum
From the lips of a mother, singing a
Lullaby. That is her symbol of prosperity.
Stuck on her eyes, a drop, singing a
Different song. Caged, like a hum:
Dull. Trying to rise over the
Red winter, like a dry oak,
Standing by a breeze on
A chilly day. A soft
Cry, stifled. It's
Never cared for.
Full of pain.
Sad truth.
A Tear.
Beautiful.
Full of love.
Not a care for
The world and its
Rules. Like the soft,
Gentle summer breeze on
The leaves of the dry oak;
Like the morning sun over the
Fresh patches of snow; like a hum
From the lips of a mother, singing a
Lullaby. That is her symbol of prosperity.
Stuck on her eyes, a drop, singing a
Different song. Caged, like a hum:
Dull. Trying to rise over the
Red winter, like a dry oak,
Standing by a breeze on
A chilly day. A soft
Cry, stifled. It's
Never cared for.
Full of pain.
Sad truth.
A Tear.
4 comments:
I like the transformation of the smile to a tear. The form, which seems to be the combination of an etheree and a reverse etheree (with the exception of two extra syllables in the longest line) is fresh...
Nice job my friend
:)
Thank you!
Thanks!
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