Son Of The Night

Son Of The Night short poem

The star happily winks at us
Like a prodigious son of the night
He twinkles amusingly on us
With his everlasting glittering light.
He caringly watches over us
And peeps peacefully at our dreams
Gracefully handing shy beams
With every new born flash.
He floats hand in hand
With other sons of the night
He sparkles love to his mother with no end
And he sneaks across the brightened sky.

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Besma DZIRI

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Teacher of English A great passion for creative writing : I write poems, short stories and fables in English. I'm married to Moncef Dziri.I have a daughter and two sons
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Shreya Das
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beautiful!

Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao
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A simple poem, written well, about the stars and their activities. Keep it up.

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