Happy to the Core

 

When the evening

Arrives into the world

I am happy to the core.

The darkness doesn’t flirt nor boast

But consoles in the silent voice

My modest needed heart.

It predicts the coming of the royal

Night

And the stars on the ballroom’s roof

With the pillars called trees,

And most of all, free entrance

For creatures which the day hasn’t

The faintest clue like the light

Doesn’t know the ambiguity

Who teaches the dance steps.

© Yelling Rosa

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