Circles of light illuminating the way,
Haloes that keep the darkness at bay.
Crowns of white against the black canvas,
Patches that paint a pretty picture enchanting us.
Narrow buildings that border the walkway,
Guards that stand silent sentinel night and day.
Streaming light from windows making the path bright,
Spilling over passers-by giving them clear sight.
Inky sky above provides a limiting frame,
Irradiated earth below expands the motion game.
Capture the picture to store it in your brain,
Call this beauty back to mind when you’re down with strain!
Sabina Tagore Immanuel
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt Β© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
*FF family, sorry for being away for some time. Been busy aligning myself to the changes in life and family. Hope to be more regular!
Lovely poem!
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I liked the buildings as guards
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A wonderfully descriptive poem. I really enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you π
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Good to have you back π
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Beautiful Poem! π
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Such words add colour to the picture β nice.
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Thank you for the poem. Lovely.
Tracey
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Dear Sabina,
A lovely poem. There is a light in the darkness, isn’t there? Welcome back.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you. Nice to be back
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Touching and lovely.
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You painted a pretty picture with words π
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Very nice poem.
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Mad me think of the yellow brick road… is there an Oz there beyond?
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Now that’s a real thought to develop!
The scene actually reminded me of some shopping areas in my country!
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Missed being in touch with you all
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