Creativity

In the dead of night

When silence within

quietens down the nocturnal music

Coming from afar

There and then

Poetry flows

Verse after verse

line after line

Words descend in shiny clusters

Like stars dancing before my eyes

And I, thus guided,

Follow the rhythm of a free soul.

 

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named 

And catch her on Instagram at Myrapoems

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