Stars,
Are we lost?
We are more-
No.
Yet, we are dead,
Forgotten.
Are sins written out forever?
Are we
~Dust?~
We are forever out-written.
Sins are forgotten.
Dead, are we?
Yet
No more are we lost.
We are stars.
~Via
We may have no road left to take.
Our lives may have ended.
There may be no more adventures to embark upon.
Yet, there is hope.
We'll be the stars that guide the next set of adventurers.
We'll shine a light for the living.
We'll always be there-
In their hearts.
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Reflection
PoetryAm I beautiful? Is this perfection? Mind says yes, Reflection says no. Beauty lies beneath, ~Always.~ Beneath lies beauty. No, says reflection, Yes, says mind. Perfection, this is. Beautiful, I am. . . . A collection of Palindrome poetry.
