Kaitlin Bianca

雖 有 期 望 ，
沒 有 奢 望 ，
仍 然 失 望 …
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Above the silver brook,
The willow caressed the moon in the water.

Beneath the willow,
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What is a glowing filament
Compared to a flame?
It is still, silent;
It is dead
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Seemingly insignificant
Amidst the bounteous blue
Yet each carries the hopes, the dreams
The smile of a child below
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Like an owl
With its big, round eyes,
Watching smaller swallows slip
Through the bars of the protective cage,
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Joy is like a shooting star;
droplets of light
scattered
to the corners of the earth;
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“When the sky used to be blue,
Not grey.
When rain was a blessing,
Not acid.
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