Watching birds in the setting sky so wide,
Vivid melodies blend, in harmony they ride.
"Oh, what beauty," I think as I sigh,
could there be music more melodious up high?
The colors paint the canvas, a breathtaking view,
As feathered creatures soar, their dreams they pursue.
In this tranquil moment, the world's cares all cease,
The sky's gentle symphony, a moment of peace.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoesíaAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
