The moon sits and I stand
but not without regret.
Different constellations,
hopes not in different worlds.
Insight but fear of not knowing
shines the brightest.
Shame to the tides,
so close so near.
A space filled with emptiness,
only quiet can hear.
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Escape The Sun
PoetryArt made into words. "Death is inevitable even among the kings. Laughed at by the Gods,.." Poetry all about the imaginative situations that reflect real life.
