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The Whispers of a Night Flower

A mystery of yonder

By Syed Arabi KhaliquePublished about a year ago 1 min read
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In the land beyond yonder

In a world unforeseen by the naked eyes,

Where still roams the illuminating fireflies,

There lies a Night Flower of the Phoenix hunt,

Under the shadows of a dissimilar sun.

...

Right where the moon disappears into the horizon,

There you will find a forest of silence unlike none.

Picturesque as they may be but unnerving they are,

For even in the wildest tempest, no sound travels far.

However, if one listens closely on moonlit nights,

When the stars accompany her with their twinkling lights,

They may hear the whispers of a Night Flower,

The knowledge of whom few shall devour.

...

Right where the rainbow in the dark meets his end,

And the wind spends its time in making amends,

Strange sights may welcome the unknown traveler,

Whose mind shall become the accidental inheritor,

Of such knowledge that few in our world can perceive,

But even if all evidence was laid bare, few would believe.

On that mystical forest, surrounded by a sea of silence,

Whispers the Night Flower of a destiny full of chances.

Of the love that was lost and never found,

Of all the life's mystery that surrounds,

Of what could have been and would have been,

That is what the Night Flower whispers ever since.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Syed Arabi Khalique

I am a guy from Jersey who is trying to put down in words what nightmares afflict him, hoping that will somewhat sweeten the deadly ordeal.

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