Is it the Stars or the Moon
Or the Sun we hope shine soon
What’s this uneasiness with the night
That cause our fears to balloon
So confused and convinced
That the dark is to be feared
We close our eyes to it’s brilliance
Perturbed by the strength in it’s stillness
That we stay blind to it’s depth
Praying for a light
We’re ashamed to see in the dark
The Dark
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This is a lovely short poem. With so many living in cities I wonder how many have that lovely experience of going into the countryside on a clear night and realizing that, as eyes become adapted, you really can see in the dark under the stars 🙂
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Thank you David. That’s very true, we can see in the night under the light of the stars 🙂
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You brought great color to the absence light. Great poem!
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Thanks you so much Brad 🙂
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Amazing read, glad I followed you. Keep up with the amazing content 👏
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Thank you Kamran 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful poem, thank you for sharing 🙏
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You’re welcome. Thanks for stopping by Doctor’s Pen 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
POETS WRITE ABOUT ALMOST ANYTHING…THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE POET—SENSE OF HUMOR—IS AS CLEAR AS DAY! 🙂
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Wonderful, insightful🙂
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Thank you ❤
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