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the night is blacker than a crow
excepting in the lamplight's glow
but when the glowing sun's rays show
it melts away like winter's snow
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It kind of bugs me that I can't seem to stop writing about the night. It's a beautiful topic but I'm concerned that it's starting to get old. Regardless, I hope that everyone who reads this enjoys it.
Feedback is always appreciated.
excepting in the lamplight's glow
but when the glowing sun's rays show
it melts away like winter's snow
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It kind of bugs me that I can't seem to stop writing about the night. It's a beautiful topic but I'm concerned that it's starting to get old. Regardless, I hope that everyone who reads this enjoys it.
Feedback is always appreciated.
Category Poetry / All
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File Size 2 kB
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Night theme can't get old or boring =)
I think that night time is the time of nightmares and dream ... the time of light and shadow ... moon and stars ... demons and ghosts ... wolfs and cats ... the night is eerie and it's the reign of the immagination ... the kingdom of the illusions ... the misterious land that the moonlight enlighten with its silver light ... it's the realm of the poets and it's the domain of their souls ...
But this is merely what I think ... others would say it's strange ... but there is an ancient magic flowing in the air at night and we , the artists , are the only one who can feel it ...
I think that night time is the time of nightmares and dream ... the time of light and shadow ... moon and stars ... demons and ghosts ... wolfs and cats ... the night is eerie and it's the reign of the immagination ... the kingdom of the illusions ... the misterious land that the moonlight enlighten with its silver light ... it's the realm of the poets and it's the domain of their souls ...
But this is merely what I think ... others would say it's strange ... but there is an ancient magic flowing in the air at night and we , the artists , are the only one who can feel it ...
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