The Night
© Marina
Night sky.
An emptied, darkened hall,
Forgotten after sun’s
Amazing summer ball.
So high…
White moon.
Pale whisperer of dreams,
In silhouettes can blur
What is to what it seems.
Pearl bloom…
Bright stars.
The carriers of hopes.
For us each takes a wish
When it from sky elopes.
Still far…
Strong wind.
The guardian of all.
It wanders through the streets,
Embracing every soul.
Unstilled…
And night.
The humble, silent queen,
Demurely took day’s throne
To settle her regime.
How right…
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