Missing GodMissing God in the English CountrysideGems were tossed lightly upon the strings of grass;The lake was a stained glass reflecting the grey textured sky,And the drizzle sketched the buildings, like fine pencil lines.The tiny girl tiptoed clumsily, skipping the puddles on the pathA plastic bag shielding her head as a turban filled with air.The wind made the dandelions cry, blowing some Spring away, And she wondered when she would see God in her own way again.She waited under a willow and nestled her chin in the coat,Observing two boys walking by: wet shoes on the sizzling trail;Their hair dropping on their necks, glimmering w
Sunflower'Abridge our remoteness,With your golden gleams.Let your tepid beams,Inside my slumberous stalk.'Spring was an endless forever. Forever.Permeated with breeze's savor;And us, bent like the fragrant thymeReaching through the space-time.'Will you come back?''Will you come back?'A red line was traced by the dying light.It marked the doomed Twelfth Night.Your conceited core revealed.Carelessly, you fell
A day at granny's houseOrange feathers everywhereEvery-time she plays there:'Cackle, cackle' the hen goes,Hiding behind the garden hose.Seven pebbles on the ground,Make them jewels of a crown;Snowy sparkles under the sky,Let them be magical eyes.'When I grow up I'll be a birdI will travel around the worldI will explore the universe,And be the mom of a princess!"Sweet scent of chocolate cakeApple pie and purple grape.Polished silver in the looking glass.'I will draw a deer in the grass'.Coloring with the rainbow hues,You spot your new blue shoes.'Time to sleep, little one.''Tell me a story, another one!''Which story? A fairy t
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