Poetry is a thing of the Heart and not of the Head

In This World

This World

Glittering, dazzling.

Dancing like the stars.

A little girl sat with amazement in her eyes.

The world lit up

Lights everywhere.

All she can do is sit and stare.

Keep your voice down.

But not the light.

Breathe in the beauty of the night.

She won't always remain this way.

Soon she'll forget, and it'll be but a dream.

And this world will remain unseen.