poems, Short poems

At night.

At Night.

17/08/13

Lightening climbs.

Igniting flames.

The lovers looks.

The dancing game.

Smooth and suave.

Swift in motion.

Allowed to drive.

The air a cushion.

Flying together.

Eyes alight.

Becoming one.

Alive at night.

Passion killer.

Brought the crunch.

Broken down.

A different bunch.

Group of guys.

A solid team.

Divided up.

A broken dream.

Tattered edges.

Torn inside.

No other choice but stand and fight.

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

 

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