Blinking stars up in the sky
Singing breeze was passing by,
Leaves rustled
Fishes peeked through the air.
Hid them again out of fear.
Moon shone down the lake
Frogs plopped making it shake.
Snuggled onto you, closed my eyes,
Saw the night with your eyes.
My eyes fluttered did not open
Fearing the night may fade.
Now that you are as tar
It's not a conceit!
But you really are.
So what if I can't see the Light
So what if I gagged my eye.
I can still live my life,
With your eyes letting me
Dream that wonderful night.
About the Creator
Shahriar
Just wanna be a good human being.😊😊😊
Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
By A. J. Schoenfeld8 days ago in Fiction
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