Clarity Of The Night
©YayaOrchid
Daylight hours, they stifle my voice,
The sunlight shines too bright for me,
But cloudy overcast skies, are like a royce,
So misty, softly hued, perfect as a tree.
And oh, what joy awaits
When nighttime finally arrives
The hours they fly in haste,
Thus ends the mood in which my soul thrives.
3 comments:
Lovey.
xxoo,
Georgina
Love your poem yaya. I love poetry. There are so many poems that were written in my various moods. Your mood sounds like mine when I see overcast. It actually soothes me. Very nicely done.
Thank you Georginna.
Gloria, thank you for your comment. I certainly do appreciate good feedback. :)
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