A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

A silver night

Tonight there’s gonna be
a silver dream
like the pigeons unfolding their wings
like a lotus rising from the shadow of water
the leaves are
like ceramic glaze
flowing toward the sound of autumn
on the roof
the silvery waves of moon
have condensed into exquisite ice
the longitudinal dream
like a boat in a tailwind
sailing toward the frozen night.

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