the stars twinkled with hope,
the light never left her eyes.
she was prey in predators den,
enamored by the beauty we call light.
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To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
L I G H T
the stars twinkled with hope,
the light never left her eyes.
she was prey in predators den,
enamored by the beauty we call light.
