New post from Unknown Wolf poetry
Night of Dwelling (Poem)
Shining and falling stars
Of which the night is full of,
The place giving a stay for rest
From gone and coming.
That lies beneath a different you
The essence which whispers of your innermost
A treasure of Dead man's chest
That night; the only key to reassure of that beating,
Swamps not in the rest,
But when there is rest from all.