‘Twinkle,

Feel my muse

as I fly over thee.

To draw,

in black and white,

you, in my memory.

Feel the wind

under my wings.

I Try to harmonize

with euphony and strings.  

I Belong to earth,

as trees reach for the skies.

Take my light feather

in colours of the wise.

My blood, red as the night,

flows with sacrifice.

To sparkle, with the

stars in the sky,

I fancy my dead.

Of all who hail  

hourly for hope

in bloodshed.

Of all who weep

I shall belong to

your threat.


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12 thoughts on “‘Twinkle,

  1. silent poetry says:

    I fancy my dead.

    Of all who hail

    hourly for hope

    in bloodshed. Just wow, beautiful 😊

    Beautifully written and expressed jj… Each line signifies a deep emotion, creating many feelings. Perfectly crafted. Lovely poem 😊🌹⭐

    Liked by 2 people

    1. jojo alwaealy says:

      Aahww woow, Thank you so much, A! ❤️😍 Glad you loved it! This one was indeed hidden with deep emotions and feelings. I’m glad you noticed it ❤️🙏🏽

      Like

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