Shall I write about the black pen I’m writing with
I can see it before me
in a place that’s clear
like a piece of the night that’s kept safe from falling rain
from sad storms
a piece of the night kept safe from too many tears
the evening time sits safely
without all the mountains of falling rain
looked after
ok to be the nights sky
because there is no fear of loud noises
so much going on
just a nights soft sky with the moon
allowed the light rain
the moon to shine
but the storms are kept at a distance
piece of night kept safe , protected
the nights sky feels a little lost in the dark anyway
so long as there is some twinkling stars
And the merry moon somewhere there
the mountains of rain and storms can stay away
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Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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Words of a poet and his tools. A wonderful write
Thankyou very much )) I felt stuck for what to write about .. so I just decided to write about the pen then that made me think of the sky ..
That is a very beautiful write, enjoyed the read
Thankyou very much 🙂
Glad you enjoyed my poem
You are very welcome, have a great weekend
And you ))
Thank you
Profound! This poem has power, my friend! Well done! 🌹👏
The darkness of night is filled with the light of the moon and the twinkling of the stars bringing wonder to us all Yellow Rose.
Andy
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