Alan Ingranazzio

Rookie (3 May 1966 / Russia, Siberia)

The Night - Poem by Alan Ingranazzio

The moon is clear in transparent sky,
And clouds close the stars silver dust.
Cool air fills my bosom in the night
And I feel, that my love is passing by.
Eternal and exciting nature might
To sing a song of sudden blast
Of wind, and I recall another
Country's violet sky, I loved and lost,
The paradise I never shall attain.
Inside me's the cruel winter frost,
And heat of life'll never come again.
Oh, farewell, my lovely little moon
Cheese coloured like gold of the night.
I don't believe, that I'll see you soon.
I don't believe, you are as ever bright.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

It is about my night walk.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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