Rising
Golden orb rising
silent, like butterflies glide,
ever higher through
stars. Like eagles soar aloft,
glimmering iridescence.
© April 2019
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.
Just realized I haven't posted since last May. I'll try to be better in future. Dust to Dust Someone let a fly inside the house inst...
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