As The Calling Owl Of The Night Poem by Musfiq us shaleheen

As The Calling Owl Of The Night



Southern winds have gone away
The music player has hanged
When playing the last romantic song

The Chill North wind is Sigh of yours
Has grown the pale Afternoon
How stupid fade trees Standing!

Distant garden flower's Petals
Wither,
Helpless,
Careless

Midnight dew
Create the illusion of Sound
Nearby Lamppost,
Standing in the dim light fog
Alone,
Retreat
As the Calling Owl of the Night

Smoke of Cigarette lost in a Shadow
Putting the day,
Slowly vanish before
As the Mist

Along the road that you have left
Looked at me Surprisingly
Opening the door,
Just want to scream for unknown reasons
Once Again

@Musfiq us shaleheen

Thursday, February 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: romantic
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