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Feb 17, 2026
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Roses at midnight
Through the trees covered in shadow of the night,
Cold fog was pushin in his will and might,
I was collectin flower red and berrie
When i heard a voice of my dearie,
The warm the eyes the kiss
She looked at me with her smile and bliss
She touched my cheek and left the mark,
And gone for good was fear of the dark
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Lavender
2 months ago
Roses at Midnight
Welcome to Neopoet, tatiana!
This is wonderful! I've read a few times, and like it better with each reading. Really enjoyed the casual feeling it gives - simple and appreciative.
My only suggestions would be to remove "the" from the first line so that it reads, "Through trees covered in shadow of night." This may flow a bit smoother with fewer words. Also, maybe change the "a" to "the" in, "When I heard the voice of my dearie" giving it a more personal familiar voice.
I really enjoyed this!
Thank you!
Lavender
Jane A. Rug
2 months ago
i too should be so lucky to experience a similar experience.
as a creature comfort of warmth and light, i (an older married male) experience Nyctophobia, the extreme, irrational, and persistent fear of the dark or night, often causing intense anxiety, panic attacks, and avoidance behaviors that disrupt sleep and daily life.