under the stars,
we suffer in darkness,
in silence.
the veil of night, our captor,
pins us down and
steals our thoughts.
but the dawn will come,
light will pierce the sky,
and the color will return,
and hope will rise
with the sun.
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wildflowers
Poetry"wander through fields of lavender and smile beneath the setting moon, for the winter is over." a collection of original poems inspired by springtime, the stars, and laughter.
