Beautiful Night

It was a cold dark night under the mahogany tree,

The wind lingers my skin, the feeling is so carefree.

The scent of the fresh leaves lay under my nose.

The cold of the night slowly touches my toes.

 

Looking at the sky with shimmering stars on my gaze,

Made me reminisce my sweet childhood days.

Listening to the silence of the night,

Humming a lullaby so I can sleep tight.

 

Oh what a beautiful night it is!

I can hear crickets as they sing.

Oh what a beautiful night it is!

Being alone sometimes heal.





Poetry by Zelle
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Written on 2013-02-08 at 14:34

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Lovely and transportive.
2013-02-09



I have written many times of the Night and how special those darkened hours are to me.

You have shared that special time when you too find the night a place of comfort. You paint such a wonderful picture in your words of those night times of your childhood. I enjoyed reading and truly loved your depiction.

Thank you for sharing this with us
Liam
2013-02-09


France England
If an infant could speak in the arms of its mother I'm sure this would be their heart's desire. Warm and all fuzzy. Night-night.
Well spoken as only motherhood could embrace. Most respected write from night to dawn as fresh new eyes soon open wide. Oh the being of a child in us all. Thanks 4 the loveliness poetically speaking.
2013-02-08