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The city's lights blur into dawn,
What if I was just gone —
Spun ceaselessly from a wheel,
No eyes are drawn.
@lightinthedarknesspoetry
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC
.•° ☼ °•.
The city's lights blur into dawn,
What if I was just gone —
Spun ceaselessly from a wheel,
No eyes are drawn.
@lightinthedarknesspoetry
Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.
For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.
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