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Wind
#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams I listen the wind
and found the emptiness.
There are a lot of voices
but the words are confused
and everything is turned on
in a different out loud music
with no melodies.
The wind has incomed and
screams are now just a reminescence.
© Maria Civitillo
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams I listen the wind
and found the emptiness.
There are a lot of voices
but the words are confused
and everything is turned on
in a different out loud music
with no melodies.
The wind has incomed and
screams are now just a reminescence.
© Maria Civitillo
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