It’s called The Mirror
[i]The silence is deafening
Sweet music shining in the night
Flash of cameras, as fans to a stage
A swirling headdress, flecked with jewels
And during the day, the same fans
Shining, adoring, dancing on the waves
The light welcomes me
This time, a gentle lullaby greets
The audience
And the actor
Separate
Yet inseparable
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[spoiler]I do have a fiction thing in the works, but it’s 100% a short story, maybe half an hour’s worth of TV time [/spoiler]
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Edited by Agent Vulpes: 12/23/2024 3:23:30 PM[b][u]Winter Days are Summer Nights Written by me this past summer.[/u][/b] Winter days are summer nights, Makes me feel not scared of heights I just forget, what makes me fright, Nothings in the dark, not anymore, Got that pale, moon winter light, Might as well be sunny summer bright and, On this darkened summer night, With a chill, But I just don’t feel the cold, Dark but everything is bright enough to behold, Standing there, stuck now in place, Moonlight reflects off glasses on my face Neighbor’s cat down by my feet, Only thing my eyes may meet, Besides the winter moon and summer stars, Seeming close but oh so far, Milky Way and galaxies, Viewed from the asphalt underfeet, For once I don’t long for daylight summer heat Only that this moment may not be complete [spoiler]i’m actually like super proud of this one, i love poetry And your poem is great! Keep writing more, it’s super fun![/spoiler]