Eloquent moments
Of self-asserting
Attitudes in high
Tides and dense forest.
Your love was a
Ephemeral flower
Eloquent moment;
Now you're gone.
Starlings are singing
Music is entrancing
Eloquence is an illusion
Sing, with full lungs
Of air, fill those
Dew drop mornings
With notes that will
By the land be swallowed
And by the mountains, echoed.
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Stardust
PoetryIt's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}
