Nocturnes Poem by DM W

Nocturnes



Nocturnes brimming
With the glory of moonlight;
And the murmur of insects;
And the beating of wings;
And soft layers of sadness;
Nocturnes studded with stars;
In the blue black immensity;
In my mind they are
Shadows, shapes
That won't stay fixed.
Light clouds transforming
Into fantastic beasts
And filling the sky.
Chopin composed 21.

Nocturnes
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nocturne fantasy
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