Poem #2
#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
We embrace the night for its life,
Colors alive in your vivid eyes,
No wonder why your figure is so bright,
Just like the moon that gives light and keep its harmony in the sky lines.
© Razda J
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
We embrace the night for its life,
Colors alive in your vivid eyes,
No wonder why your figure is so bright,
Just like the moon that gives light and keep its harmony in the sky lines.
© Razda J