waking up one morning
when the sun wasnt yet shining
admiring the orange sky i thought
was it worth for which i fought?
the birds had barely started their flight
for soon there was to be light
but all was lost under a cloud cover
gone were the heavens, hell had taken over
big raindrops fell to the ground
there was havoc all around
as the eyes saw the dreams being shattered
the heart mourned the end of all that mattered
the prayers to the gods didnt go wrong
wind was sent to blow the clouds along
all loved the wonderful sight
i moved on, searching for another fight.
2 comments:
Nice poem! :) But I wonder, why do you have to go looking for something to fight? Why not go looking for something to be adore?
Cant you omit d "be" out?! :O I wonder why I didnt notice!
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