The dying stars light our skies
Shining from their yesterday lives
But what do we receive
When from here we leave
a light, a glimmer, or a reprise?
About the Creator
Katheleen
Just what is wholly unsayable.
The dying stars light our skies
Shining from their yesterday lives
But what do we receive
When from here we leave
a light, a glimmer, or a reprise?
Just what is wholly unsayable.
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