The day is over, all tired and bored
Were waiting for the sun to sink.
And as a caring soul, himself bored,
The sun went down, in just a blink.
The stars shone up, high in the sky,
Like eternal glowing souls.
Twinkling by the cool full moon,
Inspiring us to reach our goals.
You might say,
"I'm never inspired by such usual stars."
Then, my dear, I'd like to suggest-
"You must start counting stars!"
Cause if you see every passing day,
In your stubborn usual way.
How can the sunshine touch your heart?
How can your dreams flow as the shining rays?
And how long would your childhood's
Precious imagination stay?
(Written- September 2013)
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Poetry"Cause if you see every passing day, In your stubborn usual way. How can the sunshine touch your heart?" . . . A small collection of random poems I've written over the years. Some trace back to my middle school days so, hopefully, you'd understand...
