As a late summer night cradles the clouds in the sky.
Like a golden eye,
The moon is half visible among thick lashes.
Through a pair of glasses,
Somewhere a lone soul admires the blackness.
A night bird cuts through the darkness,
To find a prey, to feed her youngs, to stay alive.
A heart is alight,
Resting in her lover's strong loving arms, in an afterglow.
Songs from a violin flow,
As it sobs and cries along with a broken heart.
Piercing the black sky like darts,
Twinkling stars are rapidly blinking their bright eyes.
Wind flies,
An insomniac old mind flows back to the good ol' days with it.
A bulb is lit,
Some spirited flies dance around it in hopes of burning.
The day is returning,
A brighter orange eye bares it's beams through trembling lashes,
Light falls on dewy grasses.
The summer again becomes burning bright with flaming light.
Gone is the night.
YOU ARE READING
Stupidoscope ✓
PoesíaStupidoscope is a collection of my weirdly stupid poems. They are written with no thoughts whatsoever. If you still like them. Let me know. And if you don't then please please definitely let me know.
