The sky, our blanket,
puts us to sleep,
drowns our eyes
with darkness
and assigns
the stars and moon
to ligthen our nights.
The sky, our blanket,
greets us with smiles,
opens our eyes
to the new day
and bids the sun
to bathe us
with her loving warmth.
The sky, our blanket, greets us with smiles, opens our eyes to the new day and bids the sun to bathe us with her loving warmth...fine poem
and ever since 8th grade (about age 13 in u.s.) Latin class, i thought the sun was a guy! who knew? ! i liked it (the poem) . bri :)
How are you and your writing. I think I have not managed to follow up responses. Now I spend time to review responses from co-poets.
Thank you so much for your positive response, dear Bri Edwards!
a wonderful piece of poetry, gives such a nice sense of feeling
Thanks for your response, Kelvin. It is always nice to be covered by a blanket by a mother.
Dear Thomas, thanks for your great supplement to what the sky can provide us. I do agree with you. Have a good evening and Merry Christmas to you.
Mirna, thanks for your positive response to this entry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes feels more than understand. So this poem has all my affection and inner feelings so beautiful.
Hi, Poetheart Morgan, sorry for responding only now. Thanks a lot for leaving a very nice response.