Jan 2016
We are but one
of those tiny specks of light
that color this world.
The canvas, empty night of a map,
our fireworks are but
faint shimmers in the
lightning of the infinite.
of those tiny specks of light
that color this world.
The canvas, empty night of a map,
our fireworks are but
faint shimmers in the
lightning of the infinite.
(Long Island)
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