Awareness

by Maple Tree   Jun 30, 2019


Greenery transforms into nightingales
during a midnight symphony
of melodies that grip your soul
to the point of no return.

You cant fight the nature
within you as crickets judge
the misery within your mind.

Hypnotic illusions salsa
during each breath you take
and diamonds become
insanely jealous of your eyes.

Mystery's of the night
rehearsed in cryptic messages
cross mountains that I will
never climb and the moon;

dips

down

my

spine

like

a somber

reminder...

I am still here
"He Whispers"

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  • 2 months ago

    by Sive Klaas

    wow Maple, beautiful writing... line 12 gripped me to that point of no return, "Mystery's of the night" I just fell inlove with this line.

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Loved this Andrea....hugs-

  • 2 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    My goodness... This hit me in the feels.
    Take care dear Andrea xx

  • 2 months ago

    by Star

    This poem feels like it has dipped itself in me, I am reminded of many things and many sleepless nights that I got chills.
    The way you write is so different, mesmerizing and special, like it has always been <3

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