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ilias Sep 2020
A lullaby for
The sun to set

All those puddles  
Of fallen rays
In our home-cities
Pouring, flowing
Into our hearts
The beat of places
We long for
From afar
ilias Sep 2020
Poetry claimed as freedom
But with words imprisoned
  Sep 2020 ilias
Krystal M Toney
And when the sun had set
the coolness embraced
her frolicking silhouette.
And it was here,
buried in the darkness of her mind
that she saw the stars
for the first time.
Sometimes a certain amount of darkness is required in order to truly appreciate the beauty and complexity of a star.
  Sep 2020 ilias
Raven Blue
Little Raven can't fly;
Locked up in a cage full of thorns and cypress vines.
Even if little Raven tries;
Its heart will eventually die.
Its soul will also cry;
And that would be a goodbye.
Little Raven (I)
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