I am glad for the stars
To hold my hopes
For when I am strong enough
To carry them
To be the echoing country
For all of the songs
I’ve been afraid to sing
To sustain me
Through the otherwise
Empty night
Words born at night, visions appearing in the sky;prose poetry, ponderings and words
I am glad for the stars
To hold my hopes
For when I am strong enough
To carry them
To be the echoing country
For all of the songs
I’ve been afraid to sing
To sustain me
Through the otherwise
Empty night
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February 2, 2020 at 11:14 am
Passport Overused
Great post 🙂