the poem without title

the howl of night bird
splitting the silence
as the sign for a deaths
breathe stops head droops
pen in hand regardless
a soul had gone  
the moon gloomy, stars dim
silent…… wordless
while the wind blows lazily
bear the unspoken grief
they weep for the losing
the night became frozen in anguish
the night bird howling poignantly
piercing deeper to the soul
faintly disappearing in the haze
the poet passed…… imagination yawned
leaving a poem without title


– mei –

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