MY LIGHT
Sitting outside in the middle of the night,
Looking at all that is around me,
Taking in the overwhelming beauty.
With not a single sound to disturb me.
Looking at the fading cityline,
Which gradually gives way to the dark sky
The stars shining above me,
Like bright symbols of hope anigh.
The eerie silence of the night
No one dares to speak a word,
The gentle rustling of the leaves,
Was the only sound I heard.
The moon shining bright above me,
Being the only source of light
The cold air blowing by me,
Adding to the beauty of the night.
I sit admist this darkness,
In the calm and tranquil night.
The moon and the stars above me,
Being my only source of light.
~Sharanya
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Poetry" Give me a gem and I'll treasure it. Give me a rock, and I'll still treasure it with all my heart." Highest ranking: #53 in Poetry
