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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.

Starry Eyes

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Under the moon rise,

children of the starry skies,

open up their eyes.

Never to wake in the day,

some place far away,

till in our dreams they play.