Look
A short poem dedicated for our home, Terra, and a little reminder for us- the undeserving habitants.
Look, look!
Open thy windows,
That you may see the beauty of rest
Look, look.
Open thy windows.
Can't you see how wonderful it is?
Look, look.
Open thy windows
And tell me how much do you appreciate it.
Look, look.
Open thy windows
See what can you do with this.
Look, look.
Open thy windows.
You now know how useful it is.
Look, look.
Open thy windows.
What are you trying to do?
Look, look.
Open thy windows.
Why are you doing this?
Look, look.
Open thy windows.
Stop! Stop! Stop doing this.
Look, look.
Open thy windows.
For you to see how ugly you made it to be.
Look, look!
Open thy windows.
It's losing its beauty, while you lose your rationality.
Look, look.
Open thy windows.
Just look at the mess you made!
Look, look
Open thy windows.
To see the death of once beautiful.
Look, look.
I told you to look!
But you overlooked it.
Look, look.
Even you open thy windows.
There's nothing more to look.
About the Creator
Aya D.
creator of desdeignierx, world created that makes peace with a chaotic soul
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
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