Hat the night

Behind the walls awaits more life
but there's no sight of it at night
I have with me a sharpened knife
but still can't see no brighter light
than slightly blade reflecting right
away with me more sounds of cries
the tail of shapes tricks on my mind
the storm that came from other side
surrounds no more that's all its might
And then ,just then... the end arrived​

 

Like you were in the back of an alley greeting all possibilities, the night it self. Great reading you.

 

Kinda. Thanks 4 coming.

 

I think the night always bring us stories,
sometimes expected, sometimes not ... but always
shelter will end.
A pleasure to read kisses


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Thanks Mary. Big hug for u

 

My Lukas! Reading you will always be a pleasure of mine! I absolutely loved this poem! The night (my favorite time of the day) + you (my favorte poet) = One happy lady :::hug:::

 

My dear; beloved Sarita, everytime you came along with me, it's a peaceful moment I think. No word for it. It's something special. Thanks you.

 

I liked to read your poem, after all you ended using the knife to create life in a few words... isn't it enough, at least, for a while? When the storm pass you can look outside, watch the sun switching the light among cotton clouds and feel yourself more hopeful than ever...
PS: Just a little question, why hat?