Last Of The Night Poem by gina layog
Last Of The Night
I saw the white light of dawn caressed the vestal night,
Rivulets of light passed painfully through the naked night,
for it clings to the true sky,
Evidence hidden among the stars somewhere,
folded remains stash amid the searing pangs of regret,
Fresh light of dawn seeps into the nexus of delight,
As it mockingly whisk away the parting embrace of the night
Hi! gina; Short but beautiful poem.Very nicely penned down the picture of the dawn.The images are given perfectly though you claim as a novice in this field.If time permits you, please try my stuf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 3:55:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You draw a vivid picteure of the coming dawn, well done. Tango.