I will not beat around the bush,
Saying much, seeing nothing bold.
Just want you to hear the sounds in hush
Around your mini world.
Just go to bed later, look up at the skies,
See the sunset through the night gate.
Wake up at the morning, look at the sunrise
Before it turnes pale and bade.
I love every breathe so delightful, desired,
And every blink that they suggest,
What I'm upset with or I'm inspired,
I'm forever your timid fond guest.
I wanna be early for morning like lark,
Upbeat at night like owl.
And your every touch I'll snatch in the mark.
That will thrive anyway in my soul.
I instantly lose my head in the air,
And no more vanity blush,
I give myself in fervent great prayer:
Let discords be fade into ash.
Someone says: "don't worth it, you waste your worry,
You lost with your head in clouds!"
Don't listen to them. I prefer to give glory
To clear soul's voice than to shouts.
25.11.2022
Poem was taking part in poetry contest "Snowdrops festival" 2022
