Claudelle DeLuna


It dies

as dies

the afternoon

gray purple colors

around soulful songs

diffusing magic in clouds

while the sun playfully hides

its strangle mad in silent sobs

of inner thoughts and martyrdom

February’s bitter cold wind escapes

swaying rhythmically the palm trees

sounds engraved in memories behind





  • whisperingquill

    "It's strangle mad in silent sobs" wow!!!
    excellence as always vagalume

    • Claudelle DeLuna

      Thank you for supporting my work my friend πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–βœŒ

    • Neville

      The tear drop shape formed by your words pinned to this page is really aesthetically pleasing and enhances what I believe to be an already well crafted and otherwise pleasing little poem.... Neville

      • Claudelle DeLuna

        Thank you for your lovely comment my friend πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–βœŒπŸ€—

        • Neville


        • Diamond

          Stunning piece of Write. Thanks for sharing! ❀

          • Claudelle DeLuna

            Thank you so much for reading & supporting this piece πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–βœŒ

          • tepo

            Beautifully vivid

            • Claudelle DeLuna

              Thank you so much for reading & commenting πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–βœŒ

            • orchidee

              A fine write Claudelle.

              • Claudelle DeLuna

                Thank you so much Orchidee πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–βœŒ

              • Goldfinch60

                Wonderful write Claudelle. May those memories always be with you.

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