You carved the black shadows
of ghostly trees out of the violet twilight
to fill the blanks of our jigsaw puzzle;
you showed me the gleaming path
subverted from the prescient moon
to a pilgrimage of chained street lamps;
you looked into the blind sockets
of slumbering houses,
for scattered pieces of our dreams;
you taught the wind to whirl,
the shreds of our unwritten letters
caught in the impasse of thoughts;
before you left.
Night
© Copyright: Tamara, 2001
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It's really nice.
I don't like poems without rhymes so much, but this one I really enjoyed. The language is a little bit hard... but it means nothing.
Лев Хвоя 10.04.2007 01:12 • Заявить о нарушении
I don't like poems without rhymes so much, but this one I really enjoyed. The language is a little bit hard... but it means nothing.
Лев Хвоя 10.04.2007 01:12 • Заявить о нарушении