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A Web of Bridges

The moon broods upon her phosphors
and wove her lasso to concatenate
the sundered dispositions basked indulgently
on the filths of self-desolating defeat
and in her reflection upon the moiré undulations
I confabulated with my own flamboyant charade
inside the shallow shelves of this den
where saints knelt before burning bridges
gnarled in a prayer for vindication - I am a gargoyle
scornful and bemused upon the illusion
deferentially succumbing to a feigned oblivion

The latticing shadows of the bridges
overlaps in a consummate web of darkness
where I caught myself in the juxtaposition
of the squalid morose in our superfluous transitions
waiting for the monarchial jeopardy
while the pillars wobbled and toppled
leaving me in the taciturn propinquity
of absolute confusion, deterred absolution,
and there upon the shadows' grave
and the flickering of a kindled flame
I knew better than to make a wish
upon a star's failingly bereaved trail

Lonelier than alone, darker than the night
crystalline pangs of glacial demise gnawing
upon the prancing fountain in your very eyes
not a song have sang, not an eye had bat
fort the mishap flummoxing of the aeons
and the conduit of our tacit realms

As I stood on a collapsing bridge
it will be no better talking to the sea
so I break upon this fall -
just breaking for never more.

poem by Norman Santos
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Burning Bridges

You haven't changed much
From the last time I saw you
You look so new to these old eyes
So much water's gone over the bridge
That burned between you and I
I've avoided nostalgia ignored the sentimental
Tried to cut myself off from much of the past
All that macho and all that bravado
Makes me wanna laugh makes me wanna laugh
We do what it takes to keep on pushin'
We do what it takes to survive
But seeing you now here at this moment
Don't it make you wonder
Chorus I:
Why'd we wanna burn those bridges
Why'd we wanna light such a flame
Ain't no way to stay warm at the fire
Of burning bridges burning bridges
I've made some adjustments
Worked out some problems
Nearly drove myself crazy with things I can't change
But all that's history little darlin'
And it's good to see you smile
Just good to see you smile again
You got what it takes to keep on pushin'
You got what it takes to survive
But seeing you now here at this moment
Don't it make me wonder
Chorus II:
Why'd we wanna burn those bridges
Why'd we wanna light such a flame
Ain't no way to stay warm at the fire
Of burning bridges
Why'd we wanna cry such a river
Why'd we wanna sswim that distant shores
There ain't nothing to see in the light
Of burning bridges
I'm thinkin' that we could start over
But rebuilding bridges takes time
Time to heal time to forgive
Let live and forget
You haven't changed much from the last time I saw you
You look so new to these old eyes
So much water's gone over the bridge so much water
Chorus II:
Burning bridges burning bridges burning bridges

song performed by by 38 Special
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Into Your Harried Night I Break In Silence

The cicadas beat their metallic wings to compensate
the vehicles lying asleep in the oil-black road
without a trifle of noise - away with the moon
in a peripatetic espionage for the myriad
of faults swimming through the abysmal horizon
and here, in the glacial nooks of darkness, I trample
to a wistful invitation - to pain and its bride
unveiled from the lustrous gilt and the castigations
unraveled from the knotted tapestry its frangible
and haplessly finagling heart - still and alone tonight

This silence sojourned to listen to you
as your world subsides with all the aeons
slithering into me with an impertinent pang
and I break for you, like a lifeless eye upfront
a motionless gloaming succumbing to its demise
And to break for you - your tides beating the shore
and the praying boulders on its shoulder, is all I can do
after ousting my sparrow-breaths on your mornings
or my tacit poems docked on your cigarette smoke,
I do not intend to come back like a smothering whiff
in the midst of your sudden toppling and heaving

I break upon you, like a fist hurled at the sky
though I would never shatter the fastidious heavens
and though your hills loomed with secret legends,
but in my slivering, asunder from yours, I fold
like a sibilant knife dreading the patina of blood
I hope for your vitriol to whet itself as it rolled
upon the seething lions under the flames

What a farcical charade has this life become
that I can only exhibit the shadows of our dusk
and its acquiescent pedagogy, for tonight, you break
like how my world of stones and graves began

The art of war is etched in your palms and maps
Come back to your open window and lighted lamp
when the night hearkens your lacerating cries
stronger than the infernal demise that you will break
in the larceny of sounds in this transatlantic night

poem by Norman Santos
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Weak Beacons

The sunset of November leaned against
The propinquity of a hostile defense
And a yearning for all the suspended tears
Channeling from a cloyed and battered heart
Its alloyed blood rushed with a vexation
That molted daggers of vengeance
Unyielding to the farce world of stones
But in the illustrious night, the bones quivered
And rattled like the austere pebbles
Carrying our impeding lamentations

Somewhere, the red sun's beam engulfed
A drab bud uncurling its ancient wishes
Left unheard as the pollens shook away
Like dusts waning from the sun's graze
Whilst a flower withered to decadence
As its corolla expanded into a circle
Touching each other and coming closer
To the juxtaposition of life and death

A demise swayed like a pendulum
Refraining from the vulnerability
That was only stropped by the sibilance
Of this groveling paroxysm
The sun vying against its inertia
Gilded by a robust flame spat unto
The very leprous infection of the soul

And in these abundant transitions -
An asylum of metamorphosing cycle
I caught my own reflection in yours
Crying underneath the provoked wails
Scraping the veneer of a faithful heart
And wallowing a forward tongue
The hurtling of spear-like words
Gilded by the coruscations of what was
Stabbed like daggers on the back
Yet we feel the same, even hone the same wrath
Against all this oppressive games
And we are the same in different suits
Sleeping on different nights
Festooned by different vulturine cries
And penumbras of a lunar dime

I caught my bleared reflection -
Incarcerated inside a person I never knew
Gorging in the stale banquets of rues
Wearing shoes like a felled star
Running towards a lost future
Eyes riveted in a cold cellar
Of the dark pathos of the past

The gloaming spread its arms
And embraced the dying whims
As far as November can be
We sighed what we thought our final sighs
Like brothers in a call to incongruent arms -
Like weak beacons once aloft now toppled
And said good night to our dissimilar demise
I said good night to our different indifference
And embraced my sundered dusk
Coiling for an honest good night.

poem by Norman Santos
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My Zithers Sang No Melody

Like an arachnid, I constantly weave a web
as I swing across transatlantic roofs and trellises
to catch little mildews and a menagerie on the latticework,
I knit the metallic sheen of their wings and armors -
these little quasars of my sundered oceans
and the nebulous framework creates the quintessence
of every single thread I veer and embroider from drudgery

Like how a marionette is played by strings, I tethered myself
into these lissome rivulets running behind our old hills
but when these bridges are toppled from the constitutions
all these filament enshrouds my void, flimsy frame
like a folder of daggers puncturing the tiny vessels of the blood
that shall deluge me from the inside to suffocation

Without these manifold stairs of escalation, I remain
riveted into a seamless sea - a glacial rock standing amidst
the turbulent lashing of the waves, washed by setting suns,
all the muses assailed into a furtive sculling away from me
Without these laconic multitude, I am small, I am little,
a little notch in the fringeless world of shadows
zithering myriad of strings that sang for nobody

I capitulate before these inverted bastion where inside
I incarcerated myself, bereaved of the network
that extends my breath into your mornings and
sent forth my frothing eyes upon your breaking,
and like a dragonfly in a drying quagmire
my wings hurriedly beat on to reconnoiter
the drought of the air as you slowly dissipate from me
and I shall not halt, for I have none to lose,
until I am finally suspended in my own famished cord.

poem by Norman Santos
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Lonelier Than Alone

I found a labyrinth
that desires to be traversed
and I have thought of no one else
but your memory

The fluttering numbers
now reckoned asunder
with your sudden rebirth
it could only whet the daggers
kindling the vesper

I wallowed in this empty room
with florid riddles
but no one to excavate
the wisdom hidden

Nothing in the moon's penumbra
is immense like its demise
even the blue ether
lied

In the undulations of your
superfluous departure
the darkness had encumbered
the heaving chamber
of vacant words

And in this desolate time
after the moonshine
drains your interpolating echoes
while the shadows of yesterday
goads the bleakness
that came to me tonight
without remorse

I am lonelier than alone
as I stubbornly yearn
for what I had abjured

poem by Norman Santos
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Burning Waltz

The echoing stupor
trailing the shotgun clout -
a shrilling lament
tearing the filaments apart
in this madhouse dance
among the flames
succumbing to the hysteria
jazzy hands played
the scherzo is a fountain
pouring upwards
from my shickered eyes

A silent gargoyle
watching a caryatid
peal an enigmatic laugh -
an enthralling silence
with a vertiginous pull
girdling the aeons
that flummoxed before
the wan in her eyes
still and quiet
golden as gold
I have become your poise
Have I been dazed
by watching mirrors
become the architect
of sullen bliss?

Legless, I floundered through
the downtrodden path
in an erratic sway
and inebriated rhythm
where streetlamps quell
their faintly tongues
so the subtle hue
of darkness can invite
the weary dreams
to lull and evocate
a burning waltz
to a sedating slumber
an oblivion against
the superfluity of your letters
and terse vengeance -
still, I danced
like my legs knew nothing
but your melody.

poem by Norman Santos
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Burning Inside

Will these dreams still follow me,
On of dark obscurity?
Cant you see it up in the sky
As it kicks you in the face and lets you dye
You never have the answers
And now you tell me the facts of life
I really couldnt be bothered with you
Get out of my face and watch me die
Burning inside!burning inside!
Absolution and a frozen room
Are dreams of men below
I try to grab it but the touch is hot
The mirrors collapses, but the image can not
Im scared of darkness in a light
I scare myself cause I know Im right
I see the evil in youre savage eye
As it cuts right through the sky
Burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
Calling the mantra with a blade in the skin
For the demons within
I feel the pain is the death and decay
But the lesson never fades away
Too little shadows, turn away
Another man through the window pane
Another slave and a victim of fate
Another lesson in hate
Burning inside! burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!

song performed by by Ministry
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Fading Letters

Tonight, like many a more
I unfolded your letters
tucked beside my bed
castrated of its fragrance
in every contour flailing,
every eloquence rising,
I found you - enveloped in sunshine
skimming through
the phosphorescent sand
like a lucid lullaby

I saddled back to Levanther
of exchanged letters -
your frail façade glassy
from dancing behind your eyes,
your words like beacons:
a lighthouse in a sea
coruscating with a song
in a night where I sink
underneath its storm,
and the holiday you've sealed
for all the miles, the oceans
and plastered maladies
slithering in the crevasses
of our fondled affinity

In a deterred dream of blue
I reckon you, palms opened
like waiting windows
your moony eyes amicably evocated
the lost and sequestered beads
spread against the firmament
like gargoyles bemusing the demise
gnawing on my cold skin
untouched by the silky moon
or the arrogant sun's maw,
listening inside the cage
where the conch's susurrations
echoed like the melody
that you've taught me
then and now
in dissimilar pedagogies

The hymn that enthuses
the yarns to elope and extend
spun like a maudlin
an engineering arachnid,
indulgently succumbing
as subtle as a
fluorescent light's droning
and garish like
it's stark screaming
now spiraling and drilling
a harried clockwork
unmaking me a memory
a terse riddance
and revenge.

poem by Norman Santos
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Underneath The Rain, Reading Unwritten Poetries

In the dead of the rainy vesper
My veins shut and died
And the red rivers tranquilized
In a consummate incendiary
But my eyes continued to wander
Meeting the heaven's tear drops
And perpetuating in a cesspool
Where every ripple is a reckoning
Of what we have become
Drowning and gasping for air
But never really asphyxiating hope

I was a seed of premature death
An embryo yet to be born
Caught in the paroxysm of decay
But I was nurture to be a bud
My roots sprawled into the night
And my eaves of boughs and leaves
Sough to conquer you in my shade
From stymied, you blossomed me
And it is but rightful that tonight
The boughs and leaves topple
And crunch for your downpour,
And no one but you shall heave
My life clinging unto this sand
Because life and death
Is but a constant charade

The propinquity of bliss and pain
Is a precarious juxtaposition
And a transatlantic irony
And in this rendezvous
Of your inconsistency and insensitivity,
Of your outcries and stipulations,
And of your fugitive memories;
You are still the best of me
And you will be the righteous
Death of me

As I read our poetries that are
Still to be written past this squall
I understand that the gallows will not satiate
As long as I have rues and loathe
Thwarting my life and death
So I resign to peace, to sleep,
But please do not contend too hard
And ruin the end of it
Let us wind back to who we were—
Estranged friends in the darkness
Perforated by our own guns

And as the curtain of rain
Resumes its down fall
Soundlessly on a blasé sand
I perilously desire for your warmth
Like how the suffering desire
For his absolute demise,
The ripples grew eyes and
And they are water no more.

poem by Norman Santos
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All My Bridges Are Burning

Jimmy goes through money like a millionaire
Bills pile up around him but he doesn't care
Picks up his best friend at the local secene
Wraps it up in the corner of a magazine
CHORUS
All Night - God he hates to be lonely
Day light - Hasn't seen any sun in 3 days
Know why - Every time he comes down
You can hear him say
Ooh, all my bridges are burning
Watch them go down in flames
Can't even remember my name
All my bridges are burning, oh yeah
Jimmy treats every night like a holiday
Makes a friend or two, but they never stay
Taking care of number one
Is his point of view
And if you keep him high
He'll be friends with you
CHORUS
Wipe that sweat from your lip
Take a look around you get hip
Looking in from outside
You're slowly watching yourself let you die
Ooh, all my bridges are burning
Watch them go down in flames
I can't even remember my name
All my bridges are burning
(All my bridges are burning)
I watch them go down in flames
I can't even remember my name
All my bridges are burning, oh yeah

song performed by by Warrant
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Keep On Burning

(ian hunter)
Oh
Well there aint no sense
In burning bridges.
No, there aint no sense
In burning bridges.
If were sorry
Then its our failure
So says the jailor,
Fade? away.
Now there aint no debts,
Just destinations.
Like birds made out of steel,
They fly by.
Lost lovers in a moonlit night,
Broken lovers in a starless night.
I lay my clothes down at your feet
cause all I want is for you
To keep on burning.
Keep on burning, babe,
Keep on burning.
Yeah, keep on burning (burning).
And when that flame dies
Becomes an ember,
Remember, keep on burning (keep on burning).
Can you feel my warmth
Inside of you, babe.
Oh can you feel my blood
Running through your vains.
Dont lay the blame on me, girl,
Just like lovers often will
I lay my heart down at your feet
Oh all I want is for you
To keep on burning,
Keep on burning (burning)
Keep on burning, babe (yeah),
Keep on burning (burning).
cause when that flame dies
Becomes an ember,
Remember, keep on (burning, keep on burning) burning.
Yeah, (you gotta) keep on burning (burning),
Ooh, keep on burning.
Keep on, keep on, keep burning, babe,
Ah (you gotta keep on burning, burning) keep on burning (burning),
Baby (yeah) you gotta keep on burning, burning.
Keep on burning,
Keep ...

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Killing Unfrothrightly

The engulfing woes
emerging from the screams
that I incarcerated inside
my tacit den of iniquity
grew hands that knew
how to hold daggers
and tersely assassinate
the penetralium of
my frayed struggles with faith

The staid cries whetted
the hapless echoing
of our flamboyant talks
and our flustered endeavors
until the sounds disintegrate
from songs to homophones
and the frames lost
the lacquered photographs
and cradled the many colors
that nostalgia spews

The battle came storming
with sanguinary shades
but I will not fight,
for I cannot fight,
the angry tides collapsing
on the frail monument
of our intermingling shadows
breaking against the lashes
with forthrightly wounds
and deep lacerations
on it stone-flesh.

poem by Norman Santos
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Morning break, Yes Break and Buy By Time

Morning break, yes break and buy by time
Dusk wake when day is done, yes done, the sun
Keep, the sun no son, no son no one
The day is done, did done its run into night
And the moon replace the sun, yes the day is done
And the sun is nowhere to be found.
The absent of light save for what the moon capture
But it is an illusion, yes the reflection caught
The star’s pin point, yes Orion belt all in a row
Pin point holes they seem so distant but never dull
They call forth man’s dreams of a new home
A new place to wait the dawn breaking
Yes it has broken upon the bloke who woke the sun.

poem by David E. Patton
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Tonight

Submitted by Ally
Back on the mic I got the sound
Holding you down, down to the ground
Speaking the melody
Who out there gut the skills to test me?
I've been here for far too long
It's time to break out
It's to be strong
Beats going crazy inside my head
Everything's alright
Here comes the night
Ref.:
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love I see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love is see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
Don't be afraid, it's just my work
Comin' up bringing the words
Soon I'll have ya movin' in time
It ain't my fault, just the lyrics that rhyme
As i chop, change, rearrange
Choose and refuse, cause of fame
Gonna getcha hot like a burning flame
Everything's alright
Here comes the night
Ref.:
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love is see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love is see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!

song performed by by Scooter
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In My Reflection, You Are Not A Stranger

I saw your face
caught in my reflection
bending backwards and
contorting past the
gaping hands of the sun
because another month
was caught suspended
in the silver latticing
of our eternal ties

I saw your hands
pull the bell rope
and rang the alarm
that disturbs the shadows
of the unforgiving unloved
that dislimns the pageantry
of our terse lacings
still gnarled on the blue veins
of my fingers and wrists
snapping without a sound

I saw your cordial smile
in mine, because to hope
is to defy defeat
I washed away the grime
and pierced the veil
of the acquiescent night
mantling my sunken eyes
so I can bemuse myself
with your porcelains
and clatters of your chortles
slithering past my simpers
and grinning crooked teeth

I saw you in my statuesque
and monastic imposition
the bones shivering
cold, bitter and alone
in this September chill
because I want to see you
desperately, because
to be desperate is to love
the consequences of love

And like a feather plummeting
into the moon's parsimonious gravity
blissfully struck by the milky
phosphor of Luna's kiss
I flummoxed down into
the asylum of misery -
a black hole sucking everything
in the chamber of memories

And in this illusion:
you, me; trapped
in a single reflection
I succumb, like how a hand
slips inside a glove and
battle out the shivering

This pictures of hope,
this travesty of coaxing faith
leans on me like a sun
seething on my nape
inveigling the obsidian to repent
and soldering your names
across the lines of my palms
Because in my reflections
we are not strangers
and flustered timetables
flew above serendipity
of what used to be us
on my sanguine reveries.

poem by Norman Santos
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Saturnalia

He picked up his cigarette
With his nimble hands
And dropped his malaise
On his nimbus smile
He moored his trepidation
Amidst looming trees
Sated with voraciousness
Gaunt as his mortality
They tread a rivulet
Of agog prancing fire
And picked up his ashes
In his sinewy veins
And fanned his qualms
In a tacit realm

He plucked out a thorn
Riveted in his rib cage
And stomped on the fertility
Of the garden in his hands
Unsullied but squalid
Lanterns in blossom
While its tangled roots finagled
With the cajoles of the heart
The saturnine seethes of flame
Tingled the oceanic eyes
And he picked up his glass
And drank its serrations
He swathed his bleeding tongue
With a rasping sedation

He picked up the moon
Fallen from the night
He cried for its unrivaled doom
And the mirroring blight
He plied the gossamer
And the desiccation of the sea
But he never grew pale
So he picked up a star
To hung a chandelier
And flicked on the light
Of a transient thrill
Denying oblivion's shrill
In a ravine of coiled lynches

He picked up himself
And squandered it away
And there was no fear
Just a stark demise

poem by Norman Santos
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Shadows flicker

To keep the light burning within

I quietly companion myself, when I can

Away from the mind-numbing rush to oblivion

The flickering interplay of light and darkness

Captures my attention

The light sometimes grows dim

Wilting against harsh winds

Only to revive as a guardian

Cups the flame, till it glows strong again

Lending a calming stillness, of quiet comfort

Sometimes the darkness wells up

Choking all that is light, and all that sustains light

Thrashes on dark quicksand

That’s when I pray for the light to be strong

For there are shadows flickering

Even under the brightest lamp, such is the nature of light

poem by Anita Atina
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Gimme Gimme Gimme

Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Movie stars
Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm living in
Tired of T.V.
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight...
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

song performed by by ABBA
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Burning Bridges

I can feel a strong desire,
A distant fire burning through the past
Deep inside my heart is yearning,
A bridge is burning
Theres just no turning back
After all the hell Ive tasted,
Years Ive wasted,
Love that slipped away
Suddenly a vision shook me,
I see the fool Id become content to play
Over one-way streets in blindin heat
I carry this torch alone
I ask for no directions home
*you can call out my name but I wont return
Im a fugitive of love and this hearts been burned
Burnin bridges behind me
You can follow me down but its plain to see
Im a victim of the burn and its third degree
Setting bridges on fire*
I will go to any length
To find the strength
To face the night alone
Standing on the edge of time,
I cross the line
My heart becomes my own
Gonna tell you why youre a fool
To try to cross a burning bridge
Its a long hard fall from the top of the ridge
( * repeat)

song performed by by Survivor
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Love Song To The Coming Morning

I'm like night in the sunset
Feeling red clouds in the sky
Wind in the trees full of breeze
Swirling up leaves so they fly

Meadows and hills shades in blue
Flowers in silver and gold
Darkness comes so untrue
Fairies in the moonlight hard to hold

Magical moments in twilight
Breaking off silences with a song
Leaving the day coming to night
Shadows are still though young

I'm like night in the sunset
Touching the moments that go
Into umbrage of absurdities
That lived in the day a while ago

Lilies and fields are in darkness
Moon is behind a blue cloud
Day shall wake up in dawn fresh
When dusky shadows are disallowed

poem by Peter S. Quinn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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