A new star is shaped from the wreckage of a destroyed universe
Inherited stars
Chasing shadows
Forgive the snow for falling
Walking Chaos
I find poems can often write themselves over time. I was particularily struck by this stanza. Explore a little more. I think it will take you somewhere amazing:) It is pretty awesome already:)
Thank you! ❤️ your encouragement made me dig out my journal in the first place. I have another piece that’s gone through the editing process once over at isle of write, but I think I’m going to put some more work into it. And then play with this one a little as well. Maybe I’ll manage two poems by the end of summer!
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I think you will:):):)