Perfect Night Poem by Minerva Agriam

I wish it would rain heavily,
To chill my weakened body.

Could this night be clear,
Or could it be gloomy?

The surroundings' hotness,
Is dampened by cold breeze.

That brushes my wavy hair,
Loosened by the air.

Ah! So perfect night,
All the stars are out!

Not a single twinkling gem,
Hides its face above.

Maybe they collaborated,
To nurse every pain.

To give all lonely being,
A perfect night everywhere.



(10/03/03. 8: 10 p.m)