The day turned into a lovely evening,
and the moon looked young in his brightness.
Gently faded the evening twilight,
and the night was suddenly moonless.
The sky got covered with dark gloomy clouds
and the night smiled in her darkness.
Perhaps, the moon fell asleep in the arms of his beloved,
lost in love and happiness.
YOU ARE READING
On placid waters
Poetrybehold my sole prized instrument of choice let it bear the weight of my unspoken voice in the dead of the silent night i'll let loose my heart so it could take flight consolidating all that i think and converting it into the blackest ink only...
