When the evening
Arrives into the world
I am happy to the core.
The darkness doesn’t flirt nor boast
But consoles in the silent voice
My modest needed heart.
It predicts the coming of the royal
Night
And the stars on the ballroom’s roof
With the pillars called trees,
And most of all, free entrance
For creatures which the day hasn’t
The faintest clue like the light
Doesn’t know the ambiguity
Who teaches the dance steps.
© Yelling Rosa
1/1 -18
Read by digital human voice
NOTICE
This year I will concentrate more on my Finnish WordPress blog at: https://yrosa.wordpress.com/
I have added the translator to my Finnish blog. It comes handy to them who cannot speak Finnish. This blog is going to be a place where I publish my poems in English every now and then. I hope that this arrangement gives me a peace to learn more not…
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