The grow of night,
The heart of the light,
Faded in gray.
Left all for a day,
Gone was the sun,
I looked outside,
But only me,
Could see,
This darkness,
This farness,
Could end?
I wish I knew,
I wish I might,
Find a star in the darkness of the night.
With love,
ALEXANDRA CLAIRE
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PoesíaHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...
