When the sun used to shine
through the blinds,
it would have pattern,
and the pattern would have shape,
and the shape would have meaning.
No one, no one,
payed attention to the shape.
So the sun no longer shines
through those blinds,
and no one knows the message.
But they know it was a warning.
No one knows.
Why?
Why? is a good way to end this poem, because it keeps the reader thinking avout the warning. A good read. -Lydia
I like your style in this poem Mia, I like the way you see the detail. Moyaxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not bad.