A Melting Snowball Perfect Night
The half-moon glints a squint seam of a lonely meager light upon the ground.
Night full of sounds as scent of flowers from the garden filled the air.
Reclined on an outdoor lounge chair sated in the cool whiff
of undisturbed peace; gazing upon the echo
evening tide enjoying a night of charm,
night of a mortal dream, the sky
clear, but for a few clouds
drifting slothful
away.
3/17/2018
Syllable count
18-16-14-12-10-8-6-4-2
Poetry Contest: A MELTING SNOWBALL
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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