I sit at the window
And look out at the vast sky.
The night sky.
Cool breeze ruffles my hair.
So light, so cool, but with no joyful touch
Why.
Dews drench grass swaying with the breeze.
Drift away clouds
Still-figure trees
Fireflies in foliages
Glitter lights
But the night seems anaemic,
Owls and bats, unwilling to take flights.
Has the heavenly beauty ceased?
Or has the timeless trance diminished?
I close my window planks.
The night sadly looks at me
There is nothing more to see.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
