MISS IT NOT
the color
of day
walks out
as a weary
dusk fails
to a night
stretched out
under
uncounted stars
where
a streaming moon
appears as
cool water
touching the
alive
of what most
miss
MISS IT NOT
the color
of day
walks out
as a weary
dusk fails
to a night
stretched out
under
uncounted stars
where
a streaming moon
appears as
cool water
touching the
alive
of what most
miss
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Comments1
intriguing, beautiful in its simplicity and yet insightfully complex..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Once again, I thank you for your kind words
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