Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Rains Of Niar (A collaboration of Unwritten Soul and Midnights Voice)


Behind the dark sky
Or between the space of the stars
Where do you hide at midnight
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Thank you Unwritten Soul fo your words and wisdom.
Niar is a small town in Iran. If it is spelled backwards it spells rain.

Comments about this poem (Rains Of Niar (A collaboration of Unwritten Soul and Midnights Voice) by Midnights Voice )

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  • Neela Nath (3/7/2013 10:46:00 PM)

    It's very stunning to see that two minds create so stupendous poem showing no difference in style and chice of words. Amazing. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (3/1/2013 3:09:00 AM)

    The rain fall washing the proves of pain, but dirt of hurt sometimes too hard to remove, if only there is love mixed in the cloud before drop....sure all hardness removed easily even in softness_Soul (Report) Reply

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