I, poetry, Solitude
The Night,
All pink Flamingos
Have taken flight,
All illusions
Drowned in the,
Marshes of Time,
But the Ocean
Is still there!
With its blue
Melancholic, stare
Its Venus smile,
Waiting for me
To count its waves,
Braid its salty air,
To dream of Voyages
Long in love!
That never will
Take place.
Muse of the night! ! ! Alright with nature; 'All pink Flamingos'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The night of song has long gone. Yet, the lyrics remain to remind us of its joy. Beautifully expressed always, Sandra.
Dear Jane, your words a beautiful poetic refrain, thank you, much appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very captivating title. Wonderful, beautiful and unique write. Each and every line stands out. Onto my Poem List.
Well worth writing, to get words like these, that gift the heart, erase all pain. Sincerest, deepest gratitude for this wonderful, ever sensation. An unexpected but exceptional, reward.