Obstacle

The voices of people ring through my mind,
Memories began to fade a little!!
I look at the light in night and found brightness whittle:
orange sky, black clouds as blind.

I woke up to loud blare from outside
(it was very cold and scary)
My mom rubbed her eyes and told me “it will be fine”
The flash of bright on sky faded and flicker again.

Finally, horizon has returned to shine:
flocks of birds chirped, cheep, cheep cheerfully,
I am running around the green grass line
It is warm and invigorating beautifully.


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Mohamed Sarfan's picture
Dear Poeter, There is no shortage of memories and dreams in the life we live. Each event makes man think from a different unique angle. This poem, which ended at the beginning of an appearance, gave me a sense of novelty. Write More Congratulations

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