Like night evolves
From dark lights
To the bright lights
Of the morning.
Like night clad in
The opaque hue
That blinds the human eyes
In temporary death.
The hue too impotent
To resist the bright patterns
Of the morning. The white light
That steals the show.
That draw the birds and flowers
Out of the dreams in which they hide. That dance to the handover of power. From one moment to another.
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A DOSSIER OF WORDS
الشعرChoice words sewn together to create astonishing pieces, they describe feelings, situations, nature and experiences. Dear readers, and this is a WIP, please bear with me. I edit as I write. Book cover credit: Desygner thank you for a great book cov...
