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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Between

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Just sitting here,

calm on my own,

in this night clear,

as the moon shone.

I'm bound to land,

though I still try,

to reach my hand,

up to the sky.

It's times like these,

when caught a drift,

within the breeze,

they close the rift.

Stretched between me,

and every star,

that I can see,

now feel less far.