Lights sparkle in and out
Through the windshield
Sometimes blinding sight
Or flashing on sideways
The long journey into the night
Through the flashing pool
Of red lights blinking headway.
Suddenly it is pitch dark
Only the moon and the night
Into an headlong collision with sight
I spot a child on his mothers lap
Gulping his mothers stories
Eyes with curled lashes full of innocence
Innocence… and the night
Is their still so much innocence left in the night?
9 comments:
beautifully done :-)
I like the connection you are establishing in your poem. Hmm, interesting! Keep writing!!!
There is always innocence left...somewhere, perhaps in a corner, hidden...yet it's always there!!!
P.S. Wen d hell will u remove this word verification thing!!!
that was lovely!!so loved the way u hav expressed ur thoughts.
@ Raaji
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You still believe so?
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@ Ria
Hey welcome to my space. :)
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The night swallows up all innocents and sheds light on the realities of life.
All that's left to do is to preserve the innocence of those we find who are lost
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