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The Beauty and the Dark

That night

By Ava SaintPublished 9 months ago 1 min read

Gasping sounds

Bright force

Her desire burns like a fire

A thirst so strong it builds the desire

Her feet run old from the cold night

Her hands run dry from non-discovery

She was stubborn to accept the click

Working scholar

The night candles seem to burn faster

As glooming as the dark

Nothing fails to dissolve sorrow

But love in her eyes

She awaits the night

Yes she can not wait for the dark

It seems that is the only hour she redeems her rhythm

I am jealous of her ways

I envy her passion, I envy her ways

The pleasure and love for the blind night

Her sorrow seems to fade

Relaxation is goal

Her night oil seems not to burn

Her arms on the wall gasping air

Her beautiful eyes feast into the air

The night blossom seem to compare to her taste

Her ink never runs dry

The wind blows upon her hair

To the west

Making the coldest heart melt

She sings her heart

Out with a smile

That the brightest star

Can not compare

By might, she makes the darkness bright

What was so special about it

The dawn stretches afar

Even the stars lay low

To behold of the gem that shineth withhold

For must more be said

As her hands lay low the paper and ink

Thinking nothing fails to dissolve sorrow

No more than the love of the night in her eyes

performance poetry

About the Creator

Ava Saint

Keep calm and write

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