A Brightnes Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

and there no pain...only the...BRIGHTNES


dying quietly in the morning
lanterns on the street and the last light
lose their luster as disappearing
what a wonderful time of the stars

much so as those before the time off
so short lived, and so with vigorous
they suddenly away quickly leaving
sorrow in the family, their fans

I am every day looking for news
and ascertain what is today, now
and reaches out to me Media Noise
filling fast a money to someone

for future party prepare masks known
this now beyond a past consciousness
I am checking do I have dry hair
washed it in sleep warmly clean water

broke up the beautiful white flowers
on the piano set in a black vase
laughs at me famous real idol
outside the thin a wooden old frames

he was recently but departed
and his light shines very much stronger
the shine of gold again many strikes
so you hide your eyes with a dark glass

I add one red rose, still it is fresh
because it is beautiful, and fits
to the adult child`s amazing eyes
which missed for his a lost childhood

everything is too early for them
left, him as, the KING of POP called
in his black black... and... in his white white
laterns fading, and left with the rose

and one close to us Angels give him
a hand through his among the clouds in
the drive by and will stand... and will stand...
where are no limits... no limits... no...


and there no pain...only the...BRIGHTNESS

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'...We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let`s start giving...'