As the stars blink and open their eyes. The
man in the moon, smiles, and says its time to
rise. Dusk is gone, and the children have come
out to make wishes on. That star, their star. So
that they can dream and believe..That there is
hope, yet to weave. Some kinda, secrets and
mysteries. Fairytails and history. Still yet to
be..When all feels dark and bleak.. They look to
us to seek..Wish..Hold..And Release.. Pray to
existence to exist. Looking to the night sky..To
find reasoning, to survive. In the stars light.
This is mesmerizing. You have psinted a beautiful metaphorical world where hopes find the top place. You showed how we make our life meaningful in small things like stars and moon and move in.
Thank You! ! ! White Tiger, For Such A Beautifully Kind And Thoughtful Reply! ! ! ! ! I Look For To Visiting Your Poetry Page! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !
Thank You! ! ! Netty, For Such A Beautifully Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! Your Poetry Beautifully Speaks, Of Nature, , Life, With Such Beauty, That Touches The Reader Deep! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !
This is a very nice and imaginative write that left me staring up at the sky at night, seeing all that heavenly beauty. Thank you for sharing Rebecca. A 10+++
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I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem about the open sky... Each line draws a picture in one's mind! ! ! ! - - As the stars blink and open their eyes.- - -