Are there some things that are too much to ask?
To be known, to be free, to be loved. —
Are some dreams meant to stay up in the stars?
To glimmer just out of reach. —
Brief impressions of a most profound prayer,
Whispered in the dead of night,
Thrown out into the universe,
Leaving a tiny echo of each ask that was too great.
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Head in the clouds
PoetryA meandering collection of poems written across times of longing, loneliness, and love. Thanks for reading :)
