In the poetry of the night,
The dampness in spite of the light,
as I sat on the ground,
and listened to the tree's song,
In the lushness of the world.
Not a single move was made,
not a single word was said,
the song was in and out of my head,
as the sweet grass sang it's song.
In the memory of the star's honor,
in the trial of the tree's sins.
The deep long call of the bird aroused me,
in the song I heard tonight.
I sat on the ground and let the
the darkness swamp me,
the trees whisper inside my head.
In the end is all that matters,
as we spiral like a star.
as Mother Earth cupped me
in the palm of her hand,
and stroked me with this song.
Gray and silver, the grass thin and long,
the wind gently shudders as the world
sings its song.
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Black and White Day and Night
PoesíaThis is my first poetry book on Wattpad! These are all originals I have made.
