There must be white farms beyond the edge
of the blue fields by the moon
at night you hear along distant roads
horse hooves
you hear everything then silent delusion
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Portrayal of a serene status of a mental peace. Need to view it in one's own context and it will be felt in the heart. I enjoyed reading the poem.
Nice description... still nature at night! I can imagine it as a painting in my head. Quietness, peace. Good writing and thank you for sharing. Regards, Besa
If we ask the New yorkers, they may say different stories, , not the sounds of hooves, but the sounds of the rocking...
A lot of nonsense..........