The tempo of the night is merrily set by the cricket
Chirping away into the dark,
The sun-down sounds lulling me to sleep -
Warm, quiet, peaceful sleep -
Then,
Sudden cacophony;
Shrieking trumpets
Blaring dissonance over the calm
Quickly stifled
After five heart-shaking bursts.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
