She writes poetry
In the dead of night
Keeping her words
Hidden from the light
Why is she so afraid
To speak to the earth?
Does she worry that her poetry
Is less than it's worth?
Or maybe the reason
The moon glows when she writes
Is because her thoughts
Are most profound in the night
For what poet could resist
The lyrics of the stars
As it sing melodic songs
To cover the nights scars
And all the stories hidden
Within the moons lullabies
Echo through the breezes
And are etched across the skies
A pen dipped in the inky night
Will never ever run dry
Because it is when the worlds inhabitants sleep
That the earth is most alive
And maybe that's the reason
She pours poetry in the magical nights
Or perhaps the magic nights are formed
By everything she writes.
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the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoetryThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
