and baby when all the wildflowers wither,
we'll watch them bloom again.
when the last amongst the pretty stars die,
we'll watch them shine again.
do not begrudge the fleeting time
the trees and birds are still here.
i am still here waiting.
i am still not fading.
and darling when you run away—
only my sunlight will disappear.
March 05, 2023 (9:22pm)
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
