the yoke of midnight
owls howling
cats mewling
slithering and swaying
with no thought than to love
and the loved by midnight
sparkling as a diamond
as she walks her way through the noon blue sky
up so high
the moon: gently as she goes
leaves of trees
sushing
hushing
rushing
through the paleozoic breeze
in the yoke of midnight
roar of the wind
running just to whine
when things are not so fine
in the yoke of midnight
sunshine's sweet melody is hidden
the sunlight's warm embrace is chased away
all you see is midnight's sweet delight
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world
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