silver flows through her veins
ebbing and flowing with the rise and fall of the moon
which gleams brightly in the void
shining in an otherwise empty sky
she leaves stardust after every touch
and gold blooms in her wake
YOU ARE READING
of stars and lost dreams
Poezjajust a simple, small book of bits of poetry, small things I've written over time
flourish
silver flows through her veins
ebbing and flowing with the rise and fall of the moon
which gleams brightly in the void
shining in an otherwise empty sky
she leaves stardust after every touch
and gold blooms in her wake