As I walk blindly in the night
hidden from the stars
by the leaves on the trees
I listen to the sweet song
of the birds overhead
Other children of the night
slowly add their harmonies
in a song so beautiful
that I almost cry aloud
instead I join in
adding my small voice
to the sweet night song
wishing that I truly belonged
to that wonderful choir
that sings my favorite song
the night song of natures making.
2 comments:
I doubt this is the sort of response being sought. The author is looking for feedback- not plug in languages other than english.
I like the poem. Keep writing!
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