This night entices my solitude, Emotions surround the senses allude;
Crisis might serve the phrase intrude, The crawl increases, whispers include!
Vast influences determine the gist, Of individuals may dwell at least!
But depth can't come to a bliss, It sustains the flow of mean please!
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Yes dear poet Simonette, the pen crypts the genuine theme, and the poem too. But the sadness of a poet generates good ideas like yours, inside the verses. Well done!
a great concept..simile of verses..nice write... Ency Bearis