Sparkling like sunlight on precious jewelry,
it's just a hint from beyond the horizon line,
as if the land could light up like the night sky-
rivaling Orion in all his fickle glory.
Brittle, naked branches hide its glory,
as if they believe that I could not see
the very image that imprints itself on my eyelids,
so that with closed eyes, I still see the light.
Vain sun, how pregnant clouds turn purple,
obstructing your waning light,
flattering twinkling lights.
If only timid fingers could touch the light,
glimmering in the distance
fading with new day...
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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...
