We always wish
That things might have been different,
And yet, here we are -
How improbable is that?
Isn't it strange to think
That it's more likely
For us to not be here at all?
YOU ARE READING
P o l a r i s
PoetryCare to dive into a song, Spun of silent words? The night sky coats my tongue, Flows from my pen, And scatters glowing gems Across my page - Will you follow the north star with me? Polaris beckons, Pulling stanzas from my mind Like notes from a viol...
