moonlit crescents beckoned
upon the freckled constellations
his lover enamoured in the presence
of galaxies twinkling beauty
while he lay mesmeric
a blazing star falling
waiting to be embraced by hands
long since morphed into talons.
~ kaleidoscopic
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Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
