There are moments
When the clouds whisper
The sunshine smiles
The soft rain refreshes
A reflection
From lifes eyes.
When sweet grass sways
Electric to breeze
Flowers blossom sways
Its lips kiss the trees.
The ground is a carpet
That swallows and soothes
The river a wonder
Under moonlight it moves.
Midnight yes
Its ethereal breath
Its unseen footsteps
Its flowing dress
Clocks hour chimes
Hands hide its face
Echoes repeat
In this dark place.
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nephilim56 (
Online) - Published: June 16th, 2025 02:26
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Comments2
Full of vivid images this poem takes the reader on a voyage through his world. Nicely done
very kind, thanking you
Great imagry, rhythm and rhyme. I really like how it developed to the very last line.
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