when the sun takes her last breath;
our home long decomposed,
i hope our souls,
stripped from bodies now dust,
find each other,
and become whole once again.
for they have long been one,
since the beginning of the universe,
and the beginnings before that,
we have been together.
YOU ARE READING
metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
