Once upon a time
#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...
A compassion , a heroically foretold vision ,
The trumpet blows , merrily marked celebration ,
The tall oak and the upright pine are evidence of magnanimity .
The advent of rain , with flash of lightning .
Oh ! do not fly by ; these winged dreams .
Refurbish mother earth , drenched in merciful shower from heavens above .
The shout of joy , Oh ! these scream of long lost fervour .
The erotic version
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...
A compassion , a heroically foretold vision ,
The trumpet blows , merrily marked celebration ,
The tall oak and the upright pine are evidence of magnanimity .
The advent of rain , with flash of lightning .
Oh ! do not fly by ; these winged dreams .
Refurbish mother earth , drenched in merciful shower from heavens above .
The shout of joy , Oh ! these scream of long lost fervour .
The erotic version