Open Poetry #47 |
Last Dying Light |
Just_little_Old_Me Junior Member
since 2011-11-24
Posts 40Roermond, The Netherlands |
Oh radiant glow Like morbid beauty Black roses blossom On the wreath of life My dark mistress Keeps calling Far beyond the reach Of dying morning light Sinful are the waves Playing tricks Within the dark corners Of my mind Truthful I gaze Upon the waxing moon Embracing peaceful darkness Whenever I close my eyes... Like Night needs Day |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This is very beautifully expressed, dear Jean-Philippe. It is nice to have you as a new member of Pip, but please interact also - besides posting your own poems - by reading and commenting on other poets' poems, in the true spirit of this poetry community. You will enjoy the site much more. Without interaction it would soon become quite boring. Margherita |
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