When the night falling down
In this restless lonely town
drops of dew breaking
the subconscious of the silence,
playing as an innocence
moonlit comes down to the horizon
for a regular reason
rest of the things moving into the season
who is waiting for whose
how the long night wandering
Into the blues
I loose..
loose my self control
Afar, someone singing with
an unknown soul
for an irregular reason
without taking anything of the season
who is waiting for whose
I loose...
I loose......
slowly my night wandering
into the blues
loose loose slowly into the blues! //// beautiful expression
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Your poem outlines a slow walk into the blues. Beautifully depicted!