A final race to the ends of the earth
To beat the stars
And the yawning clouds
Going dark for the night.
A final gleam to the earth
Mirroring her first hello,
And with a twinkle in her eye,
The sun bids the world goodnight.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Puisi"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
