| MsSouthernOrchid's Poetry Place |
| Poetry by Mary |
| It's a beautiful moonlit night, the stars are casting their sparkling light, bathing the earth in a soft eerie glow, as night time shadows move ever so slow. A mist envelopes the cool night air, leaving a lingering dampness there. I raise my face towards Heavens so vast, and wonder why such beauty must pass. I'd like to grab it and hang on tight, to savore the beauty of the night, yet I know I can only enjoy the sight, until the coming of dawn's early light. Drops of dampness trickle on my face, trailing down my cheeks as they trace, but is it mist that comes from the skies, or is it tears that come from my eyes? |
| Night |
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| "Ophelia" by John Waterhouse1849-1917 |
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