Heart of the breath
And sorrows of the cold.
Soul and stone,
Sadder then water,
Weighing light
As you have a gleam in your eye.
The night cries
For a necessary kindling,
For it is a time
Between ashes and roses,
And a starry sky shines
Above the land.
On a wing of the sun
Memory is no stranger
At first light.
In a humid summer you run,
Racing from the forbidden entries,
Of stars and other signs,
The gold of the tigers.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
