I once met a woman named Space.
She had the Milky Way for a face,
But, deep within her,
Yes, way beyond her,
She held all the pain of the human race.
YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
Stellar
I once met a woman named Space.
She had the Milky Way for a face,
But, deep within her,
Yes, way beyond her,
She held all the pain of the human race.
