1I wonder who will make any sense out my second poem. Inspired by a story of the Chinese Civil War.
Song of Stars
If every corner of the world was filled with light
Who would need stars, who would
Need to search through the cold night
Who doesn't want to
Be a poem
Everyday
Every word is a star
Like bees buzzing with life
Who doesn't want there to be a soft night
As soft as a still lake
Fireflies and stars swimming with the lilies
Who doesn't like spring, with chirping birds filling up the trees
Like stars filling up the sky
Twinkling sounds drifting from far away
The beautiful scent of roses brought with the wind
If every corner of the world was filled with light
Who would need stars, who would
Need to burn silently through the bitter winter
Looking for shattered pieces of hope
Who wants to
Write poems of despair
Every year
Every poem is a group of shivering stars
Like ice on a warm heart
Who wants to watch the night freeze
As hard as the frozen ground
Small stars falling one by one as the wind blows
Who doesn't like a flying flag, like fire
Gushing out thousands of golden stars
When the stars in the sky are tired—rise up
And light up the places where the sunlight cannot reach
Let's see if I can get even more insane, shall we?