How would you like to walk in the rain,
On a dark and cloudy night,
When all that lies around you
Seem not to be in sight.
The business of the day dies away
In the night of dark mist
And unwelcome fright.
The singing of the birds,
The howling of the wind
The fragrance once captured entwines itself and spins,
All that can be heard, seen and sensed
Have journed through the night
And raptured itself out of sight.
by Amela Amson
Message from the author: This is the first poem I have written,and one of my favorites. I do welcome your feedback. Thank You.
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its so mysterious and beautiful. I wish I could right like this
,you know what, i do love writing, especially novels, but sometimes i’m trying to write some poems, and gladly i have made, i like your poem cause it tells how beautiful the earth was…i hope you can write for me sometimes,