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starborn
Stars burn, but wounds of light remain,
While hands grasp for what won’t sustain.
The night calls sharp, to where visions ran,
Unraveled dreams where nascent truths began
Stars burn, but wounds of light remain,
While hands grasp for what won’t sustain.
The night calls sharp, to where visions ran,
Unraveled dreams where nascent truths began
WOW! I don't even have
WOW! I don't even have sufficient words to praise this poem as its SUPERB quality deserves.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Most appreciated Januarian.
Most appreciated Januarian.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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