All the guests are gone
Silence on the glass brims
Their laughter will fade out
Their footsteps will be swallowed
By clear night sky
You can close the door
There they are no more
You can say ‘That’s it.’
They won’t care a bit.
All whispers are taken
Silence on the glass brims
Growing into dark
When the lights turn off
Window panes stand broken
You can close them down
They will give no sound
You’ll say ‘It’s ok.’
Try sleep for the day.
I loved the title! ! ! and reading these lines make me occupied with some smiles hahahaha...i dont know but there is something pulling me to do that is than Unwritten hand pulling me? haha_Soul
A beautiful poem with an eye catching title. 'Their laughter will fade out Their footsteps will be swallowed By clear night sky' Oh, what a beautiful expression! Just loved it.
i heard silence on glass brims fading laughter footsteps fading echoes of guests gone swallowed by shadow depths twinkling in a night sky burning like meteorites skimming off stratosphere bouncing off spent lines as my eyes sparkled diamonds galaxies surrounding a single hosted earth pulse companionship bubbling fleeting fleeting gone dust life squeaked spice sounds gathered spread tables symbolic symmetries (will format and dedicate it later, presently out and about on a misty grey day walking)
Seems the party is over. Very well suggested ambiance. The scene is seen like in a poetic dream. Good work!
he true emotions of the hosts, once the guests left...Congratulation Miroslava Odalovic
the true emotions of the hosts, once the guests left...Congratulation Miroslava Odalovic
When the lights turn off Window panes stand broken Miroslava Odalovic once composed this poem three years ago the drop line shows. So many dimension....i simply enjoyed the lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, I like the imageries that keeps the reader involved.