A collection of words that might mean something to someone, might bring tears to a few, might open a few eyes, might cause heads to shake, but I see them as poetry. And I'm the one who matters most.
Saturday, April 6, 2019
Day 6 - NaPoWriMo
Rising
Golden orb rising
silent, like butterflies glide,
ever higher through
stars. Like eagles soar aloft,
glimmering iridescence.
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