The Transcendence Night

The Transcendence Night short poem

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See the amazingly ironical sky
Many stars are larger than the planet
Still they seem to be some sort of fly
I can feel my eyes becoming a electromagnet.

Feeling the silence of the peaceful sigh
Giving the problems yet another try

Taking a lesson from consistent nature
About its dedication towards its duty
Motherly Moon reflecting her divine beam
Encouraging many to work on their dream

Struggling in the shadows of past
Very well knowing that tough times never last

Life’s all about giving challenges a tough fight
In fact they are like the beautiful Samosa bite

Thankful to the almighty for such a awesome view,
Feeling the bright darkness being a one man crew….

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John Simpson
John Simpson

Nice start…
I would like to have more poems from your side.
It was amazing.


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