Hello lovelies!
Please read the following poem––inspired by Frank Sinatra––with a full screen to enjoy optimal experience.
As well, this poem could never have come to full fruition without the help of fellow Wattpad poet, Alexi_Newa.
Most Madly,
The Mad Poet
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Do you hear it?
Travelling across the moonlit streets,
A honey sweetness glazed over flush orchids.
It belongs up above, in star-struck dreams
It's there, too.
And even though it pours down in handsome sheets,
like the sky is going to come down on our dancing feet
We keep moving, splashing in glowing puddles, forever
distorted
Sing and breathe.
Shoes clicking against the sidewalk, skin dim in the golden streetlights
Shadows that play and curve over every movement,
every shuffle,
every sigh
A step back.
It's the peace, the tap of the wind on the back of my head
The things that are shared and left unsaid
Capture it all.
A memory violet and blue forever contained
The pages creased with love though unstained
And I can never imagine letting go, never a more precious
thing
Do you hear the heavens?
Do you hear the stars above, how they sing?
And if there's no one to hold your hand,
No parachute below for your feet to land.
Fight for your last breath,
And bask in the stars till death.
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Dance of the Night (Poem)
PoetryA honey sweetness glazed over flush orchids. It belongs up above, in star-struck dreams
