| by John Rostum T. Vidal | |
| Published on: Aug 9, 2007 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=15473 | |
| Light turned black, warm felt cold. Breeze started to whistle, birds rested their wings Windows were closed, good-bye became their voice. I was startled and could not move Nighttime their you were, Why still coming to ruin the brightness? Why you have to exist if you presence means sadness? Do you stand for evil or coming to test my faith? Couldn’t you recognize my worth little creation? Just like you, God purposely made me for something My task is to provide you with frosty atmosphere, Give you the chance to rest and lie down on your bed I am here to remind you of life’s virtues You day consumes all your energy and patience, I am the night that will allow you to show that you are weak too Moreover, I will endow you with might and strength My precious friend, her I am Not an evil representatives nor the one the will break your joy I am here to remind that life is more than what you are thinking Like the day, I am also giving hope.. Just open your eyes and appreciate my endeavor I am shielding you with my dim light in the blue sky that you call dark « return. |
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