Poetry
perpetuates
the space during
the darkest and brightest
times of life
until people start believing
that life is either pure black
or pure white, pure rain or
pure sun.
Truly,
life exists in
the space between times
in the slow spiral to infinity
the climb higher or the decline;
life exists in the moments when
sun blends with night, until
white and black become grey.
Life exists in the twilight.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
