At midnight in my old home I woke up and looked through my window


I heard the silence

I looked at the midnight sky
Vast a hue of blue
With those silent stars
Was it my soul
Kept seeking his parts
As if it fell from there
What does the silence tell me
A pigeon slept on a window pane
It's eyes are closed
Enclosed what's in it's tender heart



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-06-29 at 18:14

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked the reflective mood in the poem, just how I'd imagine a midnight assignation with ones self.
2023-07-16


MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks a lot for your honest feedback!
2023-06-30



Gentle, soft and effortless. Love the quietness.
2023-06-29