The night says
that I make him look ugly.
But, he embraces me
and we never let go.
I adore these last four lines. Actually I believe that less is more in times such as this. I would have just shared the last four lines as a quote...it has that much impact.
Beautiful imagery! You create a vivid image which I felt part of. My favorite part:
"So, I crawl up the trees,
the shadow of the winds,
they carry me to the stars.
I jump into his lap."
Thanks Mahek!
The night says
that I make him look ugly.
But, he embraces me
and we never let go.
I adore these last four lines. Actually I believe that less is more in times such as this. I would have just shared the last four lines as a quote...it has that much impact.
they carry me to the stars.
I like how you defined your self as a shadow for that is humbling and realistic in our lives for we echo the voice within and reflect the image within...Splendid as always...:)
I like poetry about the moon and the night, and this is a great example. I could feel the quiet emptiness of the night, and the vastness of the sky. I especially like the lines, "I jump into his lap. The night says that I make him look ugly. But, he embraces me and we never let go." Well done :)
The mood of this is mysterious and a little esoteric. But the words have a lovely lyrical rhythm. The nature connection is very apparent. I like this for its mystical qualities -- when I read it, the words become a slowly swirling column of soft, white smoke, and when I move my hand through the smoke, my hand tingles.
Assalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India.
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