night poetry


To be
so stranded
on the shores
of time
most unfortunate.
But this is
is temporary.


will descend
like rain
at night
- a smile
through tears.
I'll come
to meet you
by the riverside.
We'll sail
into the realm
of dreams.

Leon Leszek Szkutnik
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6 Responses to night poetry

  1. Ian Moone says:

    such interesting poetry really liking it

  2. Robyn Sheren says:

    Wonderful words — everything is temporary isn’t it?!
    Sleep – what a mysterious concept it is … These are wonderful poojy! Love kitty up there too:)

  3. spiderpaw says:

    great photo of the cat poojy. I dig the poetry.

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