The Night

The night’s not blind. It glows in motions
Of wind and of the raindrops distortion
Which Photoshop will not create or fix.
Walking at night is perfect for art freaks.

So silently, for everything that’s true..
The blaze of light! The bright and goldish hue
The playful sunlight at the very midtone
Acquainted got with city from lamp glitter.

The cobblestone and mango colored streets
They catch you heels, so willing to restrict
Your coming to the middle of the nowhere –
Tastes bittersweet. And little bit austEre.

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Evergreen

The vicious Lord Winter summons weeping winds
But mighty King of Evergreen will not surrender
Even the fangs of ice against his royal gown
Will never make him loose a needle, or pretend that.

He conquers the four seasons, that’s eternal war
He never compromises. Never changes,
The roots are digging deep into the ground
Securing Kingship and the reign that never ceases.

He’s a fertile force, the one that flourishes
In his domain of forest. Eternal animate.
His fur of needles is constant and prosperous,
Ever alive and ever thriving. Evergreen.