Evening of a cold November


Silhouette

It's fog and late evening ✨
Fog everywhere and lights
Beaming from top of hill
The trees become silhouettes
Do they tell me to be silent
Or do they teach to grieve
The memories burn in midnight
And the moon does catch fire
The dog barks far
And moon light too vivid to bear.......




Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2024-11-23 at 22:49

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