The Winter Night Poem by George Klonarakis

George Klonarakis

George Klonarakis

Kitimat BC, Canada. But my blood is from Greece.

The Winter Night



Frozen, silver nightingale.
The moon invades the night.
Lonely, bitter vagabond.
The wind skulks out of sight.

A winter night can lay to bare.
All stark and cold reprieves.
It shatters dreams like shards of ice.
And breaks your will to heed.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,fear,moon,shattered,winter
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james watkin 29 May 2019

I like your style George. Thanks for sharing

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George Klonarakis

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Kitimat BC, Canada. But my blood is from Greece.
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