Day 30- (4th May)
This is the last day. The last of many days. The last of many poetry
beginnings and endings. Write a free verse poetry about whatever this
makes you feel. Title it "The End".
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Rewritten - May, 2022
Some is taking their first breath,
A loud chords has impacted,
Crying isn't much appreciated,
It's a sign of someone's grief,
But for a mother - it's a musical melody
As her child arrives with this tune
Giggling, crying, wiggling brows
Now her child is walking on four,
Time seems in a slow motion,
But always two steps ahead with its prediction,
Once a child, became a father of his child now
The same happiness, the same tearful joy
Perhaps it's a play of destiny,
Reviving its cloak around.
Now, the child is walking on the grave
Time isn't very much generous,
When it's about taking along,
It's the end of his journey, he must take out his last embrace
Some is leaving their last breath,
Some is taking their first again,
A tear escaped from its hedge,
After all, it's recycling.
It's the end of his journey,
It's the start of your journey.
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Ah! This is it! Official end of this journey! I want to thank each and everyone who have decided to be a part of our poetic journey.
Last day, kinda getting emotional.
But what can we do? Everything has to end one day.
I'm really really grateful to __Carrots__
She is the one who gave me this opportunity to learn something new!
She is the one who managed everything, and came up with these amazing prompts.
I know, we aren't great. But still we are learning, I think that's what matters.
Besides, I get to learn many things from my fellow dude authentic_arc too! Yup! She is amazing, you don't know what are you missing out, guys.
Do check out her books!
I want to thank fly2live & xoxozain too! They had to left, but they were a part of our journey.
So, before it's become a long paragraph, I just want to say BIG THANK YOU!
It's because of you, guys, we have come so far! I don't know when I will write again, but I hope it won't be too long!
YOU ARE READING
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