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Natalia May 6
You see him rise,
With warmth and light,
Fiery yet wise.
Behold his might.

He gazes over all,
And judges none.
Now I hear his call.
The journey has begun.

Then he sets.
I await the morning,
Watching silhouettes,
As the moon comes calling.

Now it's her time.
Her loving energy
Is a gentle chime,
Leaving me in a reverie.
Inspired by watching the sunset as the full moon was basking in her glory.
Eloisa May 4
Moonlight silhouette
Beneath the fitful, sour breeze
She tried to forget
The long journey of her scars
And danced with the ocean waves
Garry Fabros Apr 23
A shot against the light
is not for everyone's delight
others consider it not right
to them whose art is out of sight.

For behind imperfection
lies a beauty for recognition
look at it with new inspiration
and you'll see the act of creation.


© 2018 Garry P. Fabros
All Rights Reserved
Hope A Feb 24
To her fragile past
Wrapped in a shaking shadow
Light fell silently
And broke on her silhouette
Fading the seams of darkness

Cynthia Jean Feb 17


His painting
Tracing the
Silhouettes  of trees
And salting the air
with crystalline snowflakes.

In all
ever so peaceful
all understanding.

Cynthia Jean
February,  2020
The wonder of God, creating  the most beauty  from simplicity.
Shofi Ahmed Jan 17
The Great Wall of China
goes on mile after mile.
Keep walking high
rise onto roofless towers!

We have day and night
a coin has two sides.
There are here and hereafter
hell and paradise
a mundane earth
and a heavenly sky!

Walking on the wall
one might wonder
to take which side
left or the right?
Both look same now
but was built
to save only one side.

Choice is yours
turn on to either side.
There are good and evil
for the chosen better you
see what’s pops up?
Meet the sun rises high
in the silhouette of a great wall!
We are just strangers now. It hurts to be treating like I'm just anyone.
If you saw me walking past you on the street, would you call my name? Or would you let me go, as just another blur of memory, of once was.
Nova Nov 2019
You wake up before morning,
A silhouette on your wall.
It’s us, and we’re searching
For someone who might fall.
We’re getting nearer, staying low;
You wonder what’s going on.
You look outside your window
But we’re gone.
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