Nichole Webb Poems

A cacophany of thunder, wind, and birds,
Adissonant struggle to be heard,
The boom of the thunder,
Tearing the winds fragile voice asunder,
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A world of illusion,
A spherical realm of princes and magic,
The scene of betrayal and murder,
Tempered by love and happiness,
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The twittering of little birds and the clicking of insectes echo away in the distance,
A new world is born in the morning.
The sun filters through the majestic trees,
Revealing a hidden world with silver falling down to the ground,
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I am alone this night,
underneath the starlit sky,
Nothing but the stars to comfort me.
I raise my head in homage to the moon,
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On a street corner in Paris,
While everyone was sleeping,
A shadow prowled the rooftops,
A little feline out for a midnight stroll,
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It sounds like a river flowing into a faraway land,
It speaks in whispers like the wind,
Mysterious, quiet, as if hiding a precious secret.
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A reflaction in times still waters.
At first the image is clouded,
The past shrouded in mysery.
Then as the water begins to settle, an image is formed,
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You are gone.
Even now that I have said this,
My heart denies the truth.
I knew that your time had come,
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The messenger comes,
A billow of dust announces his arrival,
What kind of message does he bring this day?
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