Even the Trees

Rhythmic Poetry

Even the trees
Painted in the park
Are empty and black
When viewed at dark

Even the moon
So bright at times
Masquerades in shadows
When no sun shines

Even the water
Cool and clear
Appears as tar
When no light is near

But you my love
You shine as bright
In rising dawn
As in the night

You radiate
With beauty true
My darling dear
How I love you

Published by Auroraboros

Author of prose and poetry at http://objectsanddistance.com Find me on Instagram @auroraboros

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