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Man 7d
You think I speak of blood lineage,
Clearly I hold the whetstone,
But that's because you're dull.

Maybe,
I am.

From my shine, shimmer-
I'll stay solid as file;
Whether if needed firm or gentle,
Soft or abrasive.

In address to the west,
The rising sun.

At least, that's from our perspective.

From the hammer
Who shaped the stone.
Tupeggo Sep 2024
Me with Mr. Moon
Time's fleeting so soon
Trap in this starstruck view
Till come the morning hue

Me with Mrs. Sun
Waiting till she's done
Her fiery flames so bleak
She shines at her peak

Me with my dearest Star
Dancing from afar
It feels like an endless dream
Right for my heart to keen
My first poem
Julie Grenness Aug 2018
We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......
A fantasy of inspiration.
Julie Grenness Aug 2018
We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......
A fantasy, of inspiration.

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