On The Making of Stars
by sloanranger
Our light is no game -
it's glory, is the name of our story.
Wordless rhyme, throughout time,
haunting we two until me and you
sing the same song.True and long
we turn,
circumnavigate our fate until we leaven
our light and the sight
of our love
brightens
the heavens.
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PoetrySci-fi - poetry & short pieces - not in the usual format. Using intelligence & planning to bring good outcomes and avoid scenes of dystopic worlds and mutants. Who knows, it may turn out all right : )
