POETRY/POEM
The Night ’Poet
A morning poet — I am not, A weaver of golden sunbeams, But a child of the night I am, Where shadows dance with whispers.
In the stillness of darkness, My voice awakens and echoes loudly. For I am the night poet, the one who converses with silence.
With the moon’s gentle glow, My thoughts soar, unleashed, Like stars scattered across the sky, Painting dreams, hope, love, and beauty.
Wishing to dive into the depths of solitude, Slowly immersing myself in it — The symphony of quietude, where the universe unveils its secrets.
The night is my sanctuary, A sanctuary for us restless souls, Who seek refuge from the noise, And yearn to find their voice’s essence.
For you who will read my poem, I only have a big Thank you for your precious reading time :)! If you do enjoy this one and are interested to read some more, here below are some of my other works:
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