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Priscilla Langgi Poem
Whoosh
The sound that echoed through the day.
Whoosh
The sound that rang through the night.
Whoosh
was the sound as it came passing by
through fields of green in the golden light.
Whoosh
was the sound of the echoes passing by.
Tossing and turning in the silver light.
The duvet against his skin sent warmth through the night
as he kept dreaming about what was right.
The Prairie Dog, speed of light.
Awoke in the night, sensed something high.
Look to the sky, it's not yet bright.
But little did it know, someone's near.
Stairs down the flight is always light.
The thought of home, his heart so light.
Down the road, down, down, down,
back to his home when it's yet to bright.
Look!
There is Mother on the chair, ashes sitting on her hair.
A pot of chicken broth nice and warm,
waiting on the stove to give out warmth.
But there is one thing that he misses so much
besides his mother's chicken broth.
It's the creature that roams in the field,
a field of flowers, leaves and thorns.
The scent in the air, oh, so light.
Out to the field, the silver light.
Catching a glimpse of the creature of night.
A predator by night, a friend when bright.
And beyond, the speed of light.
Kicking up dust in its wake.
Ten years apart, it's finally right
as the last piece of puzzle falls into place.
Oh, the beauty, so mesmerizing!
Seeing the one he dreams every night.
A heart of joy cries out to the night
as he sees the light runs through the night.
Waited ten years, sniffed the air.
Yes, it is!
It's friend by right.
Under the stars, he hugs it tight,
not letting go the Prairie Dog.
Copyright © Priscilla Langgi | Year Posted 2016
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Priscilla Langgi Poem
Once, on a street full of grey,
there she sits, a head of sorrow.
With nowhere to go, nowhere to stay,
there her hair blows.
Wandering the streets, watching the lights come to life,
there under the bridge, she spends her night out.
With a night to herself, pondering over thoughts,
there under the stars, she swore to be the light.
Once, in a house full of red,
there she stands, a body of pain.
With nowhere to go, nowhere to stay,
there her tears flow.
Looking at her house, watching the lights fade and die,
there under the bed, she cried her eyes out.
With a house to herself, packing her bags,
there under the stars, she swore to never love.
Once, on a bridge full of black,
there she stares, a weary mind.
With nowhere to go, nowhere to stay,
there her thoughts die.
Staring at the sea, watching the waves come and go,
there under the night, she wanted to jump.
With a bridge to herself, her body numb,
there under the stars, she swore to jump.
Thrice, her swears were never made.
She swore to be the light,
but she couldn't.
She swore to never love,
but she couldn't.
She swore to jump,
but how could she?
And with a life full of grey, red and black,
there under the stars, she finally saw white.
Copyright © Priscilla Langgi | Year Posted 2016
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