3:44 pm
puffs of white
reach towards each other
with fingers of thin wisps,
but those who are left behind
hang below
in darkness,
closer to falling, crashing,
with only their tears
to be remembered.
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empyrean
Poetrya little poem for the sky with each day that passes by. - 964 in poetry
february 28th, 2017
3:44 pm
puffs of white
reach towards each other
with fingers of thin wisps,
but those who are left behind
hang below
in darkness,
closer to falling, crashing,
with only their tears
to be remembered.