BAD NIGHTS By sandra


The wind blows so hard

The tree sheds so fast

The bad nights are here

The stars aren’t shining no more

Can barely see the rainbow

The cocks don’t give the morning rhythm no more

These are the ruins of the bad night

Blood flows like a stream

The birds are so slow

They don’t fly so high

When they sing in the woods, I feel their heavy hearts

Indeed, the bad nights are here

Lots of dawn we’ve had, not the mornings yet

I hear the cry of the mole on the ground

The streams flowing towards the hills

Feels like the bad nights have come to stay

I know we’ll have the sun race

ignite the beauty of the sun flower when the morning comes

and the bad nights wiped out


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