Martas poems: The night dreams its blue

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The night dreams its blue

T he black night dreams it is blue and the stars seem to group together as if they were discussing the beauty of a moon that shines round and magnificent, queen of the sky, bathing everything below her in silvery light. A bird rehearses a new song perched on a snow covered tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. I am alone in the dark. Time does not exist Nothing is real in this night that shouldn't be Only I am here, only me, my sad memories and this dream... Sign in to see full entry.

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