Time’s Reservation
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berry_rosesometimes the words i write become poems
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Had fun with the rhythms in this one! Feel free to leave feedback haha. I'd appreciate it:)

aah, also would like to add: my original theme thinking up this piece was about how there may be things one may desire, but, no matter how strong, it is not meant to be when timing denies it. I revolved the poem mostly around dawn and dusk to link it to the possibility of seeing the moon while the sun is still out with the day animals, and vice versa. See if you can analyze and find the other hidden symbolisms hehe.

Time’s Reservation

The whisper of birds and chirps

overhead The whisper of birds and chirps

Harmonious crickets as one goes to bed

The

falling

dusk,

bright skies unbecoming

Pink paints the moon,

Pink paints the moon, the stars

Pink paints the moon, the stars now

Pink paints the moon, the stars now come

Pink paints the moon, the stars now come running

The glow from the sun still sparkles and shines

Until it d i s p e r s e

Until it d i s p e r s e s,

Until it d i s p e r s e s, however still mine

Until it d i s p e r s e s, however still mine Belongs the pink moon

Until it d i s p e r s e s, however still mine Belongs the pink moon engraved in my mind

But dusk

But dusk until

But dusk until midnight

But dusk until midnight and

midnight

till midnight

dawn till midnight

The glowing white crescent

The glowing white crescent will soon be gone

Now come the time

Now come the time the sun must

Now come the time rise the sun must

To reach a great glory,

To reach a great glory, a life without lies

emerge from the shadows for one must soon learn:

The moon cannot dwell with

The moon cannot dwell with the whispers of birds

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