Gaping at the typical urban nightsky,
Layer'd with a blanket of cirrus,
Where shimmering lamps seem hidden,
And silvery glitter almost vague.
Tides of zephyr sweep through the windowpane,
At different scales though very gently.
Feels like the sigh of the all-powerful,
Reaching the mortal living-dead mankind.
Sounds like a sweet soothing lullaby,
Can't be heard rather felt;
Reaching the deepest trenches of my heart,
Shaping the sheer beauty of nature. . .
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Author:
versifier (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2011 11:29
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
you have great sense dear! you are good at creating words more then me
thanku!!one can never judge a person fairly!
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