The night comes for me
With an urge to write
To put down my thoughts
In black and white
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The poems we weave are the embodiment of our thoughts and who we are as human beings. A wonderful poem beautifully conveyed and crafted.
Night comes and helps you to write more. This poem is very interesting of course. Thank you very much.
Night comes to me without sleep....in silence I weep and smile. Beautiful expressions. thanks for sharing.
The humbleness expressed in the second stanza on self analysis and appraisal makes this poem naive, deferential and unpretentious......loved reading it.......10+++++
What a beautiful write about mind and soul....Mind needs time to express itself, Well written!
The night comes for me Sometimes without sleep As minutes go on ticking In silence I smile and weep be not so emotional inside deep mines one of gold one may feel lonely seeing lots of unearned gold to your poetry most of us are sold
That is very nice of you- always giving encouraging comments. Gratitude.
A poet does have many things in life to cherish and at the same time to weep over too. You have wonderfully done both at the same time in your sleepless night.
That is a great compliment Sir. Feeling honored. My regards.