'Twas once ago, one winter night.
A star blew by in the twilight.
The star was beautiful in every way.
And, the wind sort of whispered to say,
"This is my star. Isn't it bright?
On this cloudy night within the twilight!"
So, every winter night in the twilight,
I look out in the mist of the night
To see the wind star soaring high
To see it every year by and by.
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Survivor's Remorse
PuisiSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
