IN THE BRIGHT OF DAY
I believe this might be my 2nd
Dooms day poem.
In the bright of day brown grass
Dead trees
Tulips
Daisies
Lilies
Roses
Carnations
All flowers dead
Bombs bombs bombs
Boom boom BOOM!
March comes in
LET ME BEGIN AGAIN
in the bright of day
June comes soon
No more WAR!
it was such a chore but
Better clearer days ahead galore!
Roses new carnations too
Infact all flowers are magnificently
Alive! And in TUNE THEY BLOOM.
sun is shine like life look the love!
In the bright of day
Come what may!
Every child is filled with laughter
They sigh and twirl rambunctiously
Giggling more laughter HAPPILY
EVER AFTER!
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