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Beautiful Nights
The fallish colours, spiralizing down to the ground
The sunset shimmerng across each leaf of the forest
What beauty, what pain
Love has no gain.
The flash of light up in the distance
Closer we walk, closer to the edge of the woods
He stops me, handing me an ipod
And odd gift; I think,
Love has no gain.
We continue walking as I pocket the gift,
The wind rustling in my hair.
The silk red umbrella, he holds, flies away.
And we’re left in the soaking rain.
We continue walking, he switches sides,
He kneels down, opening his hands up like a clam.
Headphones lay there, and he smiles.
I do not know his joke, so I stare at him.
An odd gift; I think,
Love has no gain.
He understands and stands in front of me,
Pulling out the ipod, plugging in the headphones
I stare as he does this
Curiosity has grabbed hold of me,
Couldn't keep from sitting still.
I stand up, trying to catch what he’s doing,
Like a small child, I move around him slowly.
He motions for me to put the headphones on,
I don’t know why; I didn’t care
I stare for just a moment, wondering his intent
And then it shows,
Our song; his voice, sweet, calm, soft
True love was found, perhaps, perhaps
I still didn’t see it; I was lost with no map
But I knew in my heart,
Love had found its gain
We continued on, coming to the bench
I sat down, listening to the music play
He kneeled down in front of me, as I read my book
I closed it carefully, tears pricked my eyes
Love had found my king
October came and went; I stared down at my ring
Walking to the forest, where I had found my king
The sounds of guns, and hatred; death
Love had given me pain
The tiny hand slipping from mine, rushing off into the sunset
Sweet, sweet child, come back, come back
I could not loose my love again
Love had given me hope, now it’s taking that away
A vision I’ve written, a city in front of me
Once loved by many, drowning now in it’s horror.
I clutch the small hand once more
Grasping on, won’t let go again
Love has given me pain, but you’ve taken it away
Watching you grow up,
Running around with your sister
Beautiful nights I loved so much so,
But you would just grow and grow
Watching over your sister, holding her up when you can
My love will always be with you
Just reach out, hold my hand
Walking slighty behind you
You had your sister, that was enough
Dogs loose, chasing behind you, trying to keep up
I walked slower, watching as your wrapped her up in your arms
Never going too fast, or too slow
The vibrant lights shimmering on the wet pavement
Your love for her never flickered, never left
Holding her in your heart
Protecting her from the dangers of the world
Acting as her guide, being her anchor
Making her a path to move through
In the wet mud, which she called school
Your eyes always sparkled, playing songs just for her
And I remember saying; I’ll always remember this night
Love had given me pain, but my love had given me you
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Not everyone has a lovely life full of happiness and grace. Some kids suffer from trauma that affected their lives over the years. I was adopted in 2017 and am currently fourteen years old. I've always loved younger kids and have always loved writing poetry. This piece I wrote in school in my first semester of 9th grade and many people were affected greatly by this, calling it beautiful and well-written. I wanted to share this with people who might be having trouble right now in their lives, to show that they know someone in this world is always there to support them. No matter what, remember you are loved. This is an Ekphrastic poem about the stages of a woman through her life finding love and losing that love, before finding more love.