Is It Poetry
At Midnight She Will Come - Poem by Is It Poetry
I have seen the sahdow parts the leaves.
The light shines down,
I see often gray the passing clouds.
Caught inside the bush the multicolered birds.
Without hands his feathers paint the sea.
And often sight comes by,
I see her great big eyes and they are blinking.
Blinking open mouths
the parting lips show more than teeth.
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