Another night
Of the crickets’ crescendo;
The night sings its song
In summer’s waning warmth.
The night is sweetly serene
As fantastic fancies swell
In the melatonin dreams
Of sleepers
Who
Lie
In
Wait.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments3
Lovely imagery conveyed in this shape poem. Much enjoyed. Have a happy Saturday.
Thank you so much for reading and for your feedback! Glad you enjoyed!
Love it
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You're welcome
Good write T.
Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!
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