About beauty of a night time that can seem to be magical.


Night

Forests have been growing for hundred years forward,
Here're the arms of rivers bend, stretched out for the sunset,
The new reflected moon goes along its road
Admiring itself, in colours that are iridescent.

The earth where the night its shadow weaves
Is blurred by darkness, colours quickly melt and dwindle
Captured by the deepest quite and peace
The forgotten day dies out, becomes dimmer.

Everything at night's in agony of agitation
When the last light runs behind the distance of a hill
New breathing'll be revived, new respiration
From the veil of night will fall into the mystery.

Another world will open its embrace,
In music of the midnight the beating heart will sink.
The silence goes along the shore rustling its dress
And merrily ring in the waves the water-nymphs.




Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 09:31

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