Through the visions
A dream comes
That tells me
Its night already
Just going to pick some white roses
Although there is none
At this point only a miracle could help maybe
From the balcony the never ending desires
Come like a grim nightmare
Again the owl cries
For what purpose it has
Is a certain question
That I cant answer
The night wolves are getting ready
To pick on their preys
The voice of the owl is already dead
Or maybe my instincts are
Either way it’s the same
The eternal silence has a strange smell
Through the darkness
Mysterious realms begin to unfold
The night has gained its majestic nature
overcoming the beauty of its almighty queen
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Author:
Oreki (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: hey guys this is my first poem in this webside ....hope you will like it... I would love to get feedback
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
well written, with vividly depicted scenery and a nice flow to your wording
thanks for sharing
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