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One Of Those Nights

When I am on the brink of sleep
Like a nomad trespassing the indigo night
This journey that takes me to a new morning.
When, in the fold of sleep, I hear
Birds sigh to the moon's lyre
As the glitter of nova floats
To the wind's ballad pealing the eventide
The amber of whispering breeze fades
To the hum of Cereus blooms..

In the calm of a turquoise night
Even as I sleep...
My quill lies awake
Writing the gentlest of dreams for me.

85 thoughts on “One Of Those Nights”

      5. Because it’s beyond them, too. I read published works all the time and often wonder how these people get published. Must be who they know or else they are self published and anyone with a computer and an internet connection can do that.

        Your poetry is as far from bad as I am from the outer ring of the universe, Y.

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      6. I guess I am too lazy to self publish. I like everything on a platter lol , no , just kidding D. Far from that , I am too tired to even try now. It’s like ‘just go to hell’ if you don’t like my work. Hahaha

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      7. I’d buy your poetry, in a heart beat. Haha, Platters, eh? And yes, to hell with those who don’t like your work. There are many writers whose work I can’t stomach but yours is not among them 🙂

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      8. Well, I will drink to that , your stomach that can’t stomach some stuff.
        Well, ask your heartbeat how much I need to pay in platinum gold ? I may have to shed a few diamond tears in the bargain , eh??

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      14. No, you are wrong , you only love poetry and you are good at it. You can’t love something and not be good at it. lol, Or maybe it works that way for some 😔

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      15. There is poetry in all subjects, math included, I guess… You have me thinking now… except for the part of being good at poetry. But I thank you for the kind words

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      16. And yes, there is math in poetry , counting syllables .
        I can just about hear you think, calculating in that poetic brain of yours .
        You don’t have to thank me and my words aren’t kind , they are just words truthful words , but you being the gentle person that you are , will thank moi all the same. I forget my manners most times , for that I beg your pardon , Monsieur/ Mademoiselle .

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      4. Yeah, I wish I could fly across the sea and put you to sleep , perhaps read you a bedtime story , I would have to be a genie in a bottle but Christina Aguilera has the bottle , no, Will Smith 🥺

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