If you had not been there
To show me the dark,
I wouldn't have realized
Her light.
I would have noticed
How bright.
Her soul is made of stars.
My favorite sight
Is one that glows brightest when surrounded by night.
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Rainfall in May
PoesiaA growing collection of recent poems with varying styles and subjects. I apologize for any errors, as this was uploaded from my mobile device.
