Paradise. Poem by Christopher Holmberg

The air is so bare, at 2am.
So crisp and pure,
a wonderful night.
No bright lights,
but stars in sight.
It's the nights afternoon,
with little commotion,
the definition of silence,
a world in confinement.
It's extraordinary to view...
The trees outlined,
sketched, by the distant shadow.
Where a moist meadow lays hidden
untouched, forbidden.
It`s beautiful, truly magnificent!
The only time, one can feel completely innocent.
When can one become,
apart of this perfect paradise.
To bind with its greatness,
and swallow the energy, tasteless.
To be blinded by darkness.
Everything so clear,
absolutely nothing to fear
but time itself.
continuing on its path,
through a thick meadows grass,
over and under again.

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