Cicada’s Lonely Song MAG

July 4, 2010
By pinkpenguin BRONZE, Temperance, Michigan
pinkpenguin BRONZE, Temperance, Michigan
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Lightning bugs are in the air,
Buzzing around without a care.
We sit together upon my blanket.
Close enough for people to think
But far enough away for people to know.
My feelings toward you still do not show.
We're not together; we're just two best friends sharing the night.
Watching and listening to the lightning bugs' flight.
The lightning bugs dance and the cicadas sing
On my front lawn we hear the music of night.
The lightning bugs go to bed and the crescent moon is our only light.

It's almost curfew so you go home.
Now I am sitting on my blanket all alone.
All I hear is a lonely cry,
From the last cicada with a heart just like mine.

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on Jun. 15 2011 at 2:49 pm
Rika-Chan BRONZE, Waterdown, Other
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Everyone's childhood is filled with photographs, tears and memories. The pictures will fade, the tears will dry, but the memories will stay with you forever.

I really liked this poem. It was beautiful and well-written, so good job!

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