Twilight
The perfect period
Between day and dusk
As blue sky becomes violet
And violet to black
Blacker than the ocean depths
At which my heart lies
A súton twilight
The ending of a day
But sanctuary to the noceurs
Silent peacefulness
Coated in reflections of warm street lamps
Off the rivers and canals
Where my mind often wanders
Dormiveglia
Morning dew and singing weavers
In the colour of unrisen sun
Cooling air and calming breaths
Paradise to the citizens
Of the world before waking
The moon still luminated
Among the pastel sky
At when my soul lingers
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Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
