In the quiet of the night,
The stars up above shine bright.
Their light a guide through the dark,
As they twinkle like a spark.
The moon, a crescent in the sky,
Casts a soft and gentle light.
It bathes the world in silver glow,
As the night begins to grow.
The breeze, it whispers through the trees,
As the leaves rustle with the ease.
It carries with it the scent of spring,
And the joy that it can bring.
The world is peaceful, calm, and still,
As the night sky takes its fill.
It's a moment that can't be owned,
A poem that can't be loaned.
For it's the beauty of the world we share,
A moment that's beyond compare.
And though we can't claim it as our own,
It's a gift that we all have known.
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We will always remember the feeling we have experienced only once in a lifetime.
Morning, the clouds block every ray of sunlight, darkness and emptiness left behind and forgotten like the wilted rose left in that empty cracked glass with an lip imprint that cannot be washed away. A sigh and a scream combined with a tear that rolls down the abyss full of thorny memories that prick and tear the heart. Memories painted on the canvas that almost burned in the fire of love, hellish paths passed like time in a thunder storm, cracked walls and ruined towers from a deck of cards blown away by the strong wind that carries the scent of everything that was and no longer exists. Leaves scattered on the old floor with words that bring back all the emotions and words as heavy as lead, poets sitting on a bench with ink and an old book in their hands ready to start a new letter, a new word, and a new page in their story. Songs written with notes that shoot the tones directly into the torn heart. Unchanged cutouts on the bench full of letters carved into a heart, marked "forever there" left behind. Wounds that no medicine can heal written in the book of the old doctor with a broken heart. Nights where the only dreams are memories of the beautiful days spent together, happy hugs and joined lips that constantly say "I love you" echoing as the strongest echo, walks and places that remind you of those two hands that were like created to fit together and never separate, mornings that no longer start with that first morning kiss served with the sweetest voice that says "I love you".
By Pro Blogger 2023about a year ago in Poets
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