I wake up to the discotheque World.
The stars disappear and the pale moon still hangs in the sky
With a broken smile.
Plump sun comes out like a ripen orange,
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What would life be without dreams? But you woke up to a sunny day. Good imagery in this one. As always, more than worthy of a ten. Warm regards, Sandra
You have such rapport with metaphor Nimal 'Plump sun comes out like a ripen orange', is brilliant and the story this poem tells is both poignant and pithy. I can see the twinkle in your eye as you write this. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥