On The Wings Of Chance Poem by Kristinahh KIMBER

On The Wings Of Chance



As the night calls the dancing ghosts aside
to run against the strenghth of the moon
for the new sun has decided to add life to yet another day
the eerie owl now sleeps, ignoring the poetry of the noises below
awaiting the love of the moon yet again by his side
the lightning now fights to stay alive thoughout the skies we try to neglect
hitting and stiking the ones who need the oppertunity
the ones who are only fighting for the endless breaths we never seem to take
the streams now arise beauty to the colours of those breaths
sending beatuy to the sun we call our life, our light
and awaiting for these breaths to create the rainbows above our brittiant head
shining and not considering the life that will be lost
when the night calls the dancing ghosts back
the warmth of the constant day will soon be frozen
frozen against the pedals of flowers, that lovers all do pick
hurting their hands due to the cold
floating on the wings of the bird, soaring wheere the sun does shine
figting against the moon which stikes
the lightening of which we hide from

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