A cold breeze blows through the night,
As grass sways to the distant melody.
The moon burns and stars take flight,
across the wise and deep eyed sky.
The field is silver like a sea of shimmers,
blue streaks drifting softly nigh.
The sky with white and pale blue glimmers,
opens like an enchanting cloak up high.
Clouds like waves softly role and fade,
each a shade of midnight hue.
Reflected in each single grass blade,
the sky's tranquil beauty is mirrored nigh.
Like ripples of an ocean is the above,
dancing softly to the night's serene song.
The breeze is gentle as the wings of a dove.
So sway the sweet fields of night.
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Poetry and Lamentations
PoesíaSome poems about nature and serene landscapes. I would call it an anthology. However, some poems are Lamentations so therefore, may be quite despairing and upsetting.
