Feb 2022
it is the crescent of night
her eyes gleam in bright silver,
my heart wanes like a tide.
hope was once rising across our sky,
but is now wedging below the earth.
her eyes gleam in bright silver,
my heart wanes like a tide.
hope was once rising across our sky,
but is now wedging below the earth.
fridge magnet poetry
(23/F/USA)
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