The satin night
Its hours tremble
Deep within
Each moment lending
A heartbeats touch
A misted dream
Each faltering breath
Each wishful beam.
Of light from moon
Its falling splendour
Silver fingers
Its touch so tender
The calling stars
A multitude of eyes
That look down
To sympathise.
Distant miles
Now lead you away
Upon a journey
To a new day
Your fragrance with
A fading frown
Dies in breeze
Its curtain down.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N.
You hearing the distant sound of the No.7 bus approaching?!
EXPECTING ITS ARRIVAL IN NEXT WEEK OR TWO LOL !!!!!!!!!
lol
Very beautiful in its imagery you paint it well. This leaves a soft and tender feel to the night. Loved it
thanking you as always much appreciated
Beautifully written. Soft, tender, and quietly moving.
most kind, many thanks, always much appreciated
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