Look far away.
Stay silent.
Look and breathe in
The playful dance of colours.
Soon they’ll disappear,
Erased as our own selves.
The night is coming closer
And with it brings our sorrow.
Night is dark and lonely
And loneliness hurts deep
Goodbye is just one word
But it means everything.
Night might not have colours,
But it will bring you stars,
It will offer moonlight
Beauty of another kind.
I haven’t been posting much lately, I know, I’ve been quite busy… But I’m here, reading you, and planning what to post next. 🙂
Anyway, I really like this painting and I felt inspired, so I wrote this little poem for it.
Wonderful Irene..
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Irena Sorry. 😉
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Thank you! And Irene would be the English version of my name anyway, so it’s ok. XD
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Beautiful poem. I enjoyed these lines: “Night might not have colours,
But it will bring you stars”
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Thank you 🙂 For some reason the comment didn’t show until now so I’m sorry for the late reply.
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No worries at all!
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Beauty of another kind indeed, there is always something beautiful in nature and I find that the night isn’t so dark and lonely when bats are flying!
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Bats are often misunderstood creatures. I really like them. XD
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Loved it, and I do hope that you post more. I’m the one who should get to read YOUR work, hah!
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Thank you, and I will try to post something very soon. 🙂
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