"Look up!"
the darkness whispered,
"there in the stardust lies
the faith of a thousand skies-
reach there and grab it;
it's only there as long as you can
believe-
and don't worry if you can't see it-
sometimes things aren't meant to be.
Even as the days get longer
and shorter they may seem;
notice only quirks hidden in every dream."
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The absence of time: a poetry collection
Poetrymy notebook of thoughts and ideas, etc. I call myself a poet not because I am one, but I aspire to be. (Hence the username)