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Danielle Jul 2017
Ever since,
the lone star
was just inside an
hour glass.
Watching the brilliance
of your smile
enlightening the
whole surrounding
counting on motes
that fell down
every time your pace
is on mine.

On hour,
on minute
i keep the second
you had bring,
all i see in you
is foremost.

I had kept you
in an hour glass,
with your time
you gave to me
with the wishful star
that waiting for you
to fall.
Colm Mar 2017
I cannot see outside of me
Just as I cannot see the other side of the other screen
Or the person who might admire my words
Or just how they might even appear to be

But this is fine and alright with me
Because foresight flows most equally
Both to and from the truth within
Until such truth is know to me

And just as I might never see
The person who reads my poetry
There is something refreshing inside of me
Like an inherent truth reminding me

That only the readers who I let see
Will ever get a chance to be
Within that certain sight in question
First and foremost, as it appeared to me
This is life. This is me. This is the truth I hold in this moment. (:
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