Lying under a starry night
the aegean sky and the glimmering stars
drift the thoughts from the mayhem
and the beauty fills in serenity.
The chirpping of the crickets is such a lullaby!
And the melodies
of the dancing leaves in the gentle wind,
And the sound of the gushing river nearby.
The full moon plays the orchestra
as the soft moon light falls upon,
And the redolence of the night orchids fills the air
as each one blooms upon.
A feast to the soul ,
and to the eyes
The beauty of the nature,
and the melody of the night.
- Shamama Firdous
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The Night Owl Poetry
PoetryIt's the night, and that is the time when thoughts become poems =========================== enjoy!
