The late sun turned two birds into four
In the glare they all seem like shadows
But the sun will never foretell tomorrow
It is the night that will teach us about sorrow
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
The night can be so cruel when thoughts beset the mind as the shadows appear
The title is delicious and the few lines even more so. I love the deep thought in here; it almost seems camouflaged at first but then hits you with a left and right punch. (smile)
Hi Sonya, I really enjoyed reading this one, the ending kinda caught me by surprise. It shouldn't have, but it did and it made me like the verse even more. Frank
an exquisite little poem, not a word too many nor too few. This is a jewel, Sonya!
The night does seem that way as it has a slower pace and gives us more time to reflect. Thank you for sharing Sonya, this short, sweet and touching. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and sweet I like your imagery with the birds and shadows