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The Lost Child, out in the bitter cold with no one around.
She has no friends, no family, but the trees, who surround.
But no, not even the trees, give a helping hand.
The Lost Child sleeps on the unforgiving land.
The moon gives her a warm, glowing light so that she can find a way,
To make it through the hardships that she faces everyday.
And as the sun sets, she sees the moon rise
Who tells her great things, teachings that are wise.
" Do not doubt my child, for not everyday you shall get praise,"
" Even I, the Great Moon, is sometimes blocked by a haze."
" Do not worry my child, though your dreams may look far,"
" For you and I shall shine the brightest, not even a fellow star."
" Come with me my child, together we can show the world,"
" And we can grow together, our talents both unfurled."
And so be the Lost Children, who were still in there cocoon,
Transformed into a butterfly, and a child of the moon.
- by -MedievalPastry- |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/09/2009 |
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- Title: The Moon's Children
- Artist: -MedievalPastry-
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Description:
This is a piece of writing on lost children feel.
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YES. OBVIOUSLY, not all people are like this. But, there is a good theme and metaphor to this. Note: There are different definitions to the word "lost".
enjoy :3 - Date: 01/09/2009
- Tags: lost children moon
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