when darkness drapes off the sky
my love to you comes to life
the daylight silence
finally gives a voice to me
I sing odes to you
unleash in
whistle register
vocal fry
falsetto
you
my darling
sleep sweet
wake up beautiful
in the morning
greet me in honeydew smile
your sympathetic look
lingers throughout the day
my longing boils up
overflows into the dusk
my unrequited love
floods the night sky
Flicker of Thoughts 
And then it’s havoc in the night
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Yea wolf howls can be nosiy
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Okay,, so huntress is frightened too,,,
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It’s all in the writer’s imaginary mind.
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I am just trying to read the writer’s mind😉
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Good luck mate! 🤭
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I don’t think I need so much good luck for that,,, lol!
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Imagination evolves out of our so longed fantasies ,,,
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Yes or it may be just reflex to an image, e.g.trying to interpret a picture or painting
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It can be anything ,,, imagination can be about anything we see , hear or feel,,,
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👍
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👍🙏😊
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Oh so beautiful and at the end so beautifully sad!
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Thank you for reading.
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Sounds like a poem full of passion. Nicely done. Big hugs, Joni
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