Poem By Sofia Moreno

Sometimes, when the red line
Covers the horizon and the
Sky is dyed pitch-solemn-black
Looking through the big window
Only makes things worse
And it becomes awkward
To sit down at the dinning table
Stiff as school, and looking outside
And think of the dark days
And the bright ones yet to come
Someday maybe, they shall come…
Meanwhile, surprisingly enough
A starless night waits outside
And the moon has chosen to hide
Maybe she has chosen to prepare
A little surprise for the unsurprised
And maybe, only maybe, someday
Bright days shall come to life.

April 28,2008

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Get that same feeling at times.

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