I 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?