In twilight's tender, fading glow,
Where the whispered winds begin to flow.
A canvas painted with the hues profound,
Nature's symphony, a tranquil sound.
The Mystic moon, a glowing sphere,
Guides the night with luminescent cheer.
Stars embellish the velvet sky,
Tales of constellations soaring high.
Beneath this cosmic tapestry,
Dreams awaken, wild and free.
A poet's heart in the every beam,
Each of the ray a verse, a luminous scheme.
Embraced by the shadows, secrets unfold,
Nature's story, ages old.
In the vast expanse, dreams take flight,
A ballet of the stardust in the quiet night.
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Goog poem
"Stars embellish the velvet sky, Tales of constellations soaring high." Gorgeous!