In the still of the night
my poems come alive
my hands starts to write
what ever my mind contrives
In the still of the night
your face begins to show
your memory is back again
my heart cannot contain
In the still of the night
I pray so hard it hurts
and qustions you my God
when will this soul to last
In the still of the night
cover me my pride
it is not easy to be calm
when my heart if full of rage
In the still of the night
remember me my love
I will accept it and embrace
if alone I face my fate
Hi Vilma,
I like this alot. Well written.
Keep up the good work.
hi mom, hope you saw this poem posted in the Random portion of the web. it was the featured poem of the day,congrats mom, this must be one of your best, it's so cool to have a mom so gifted...love ya, nico
this poem is rich and rhythmic and done well..specially the stanzas are very well inter linked... good ..you are progressing very fast... happy to see you more and more successful...