*Another day falling
from the crack of yesterday,
a patch of pearl
burning in the amber west
flaring up heaven
firing me up
in the pains of solitude
and poetry.
Home beckons through a dark way
where hope breathes eternal
as lanterns of moonlit leaves.
I won't mourn the loss
but fill all the void
with paper and ink.*
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
*Another day falling
from the crack of yesterday,
a patch of pearl
burning in the amber west
flaring up heaven
firing me up
in the pains of solitude
and poetry.
Home beckons through a dark way
where hope breathes eternal
as lanterns of moonlit leaves.
I won't mourn the loss
but fill all the void
with paper and ink.*
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