was it the sun
that i saw in your eyes
shining so bright
that it blinded me
was it an ecclipse
as your eyelids shut
leaving me alone
to walk beneath the stars
torn apart by a comet
and hoping
for a falling star
to restore me
i am waiting for you
to come back
from the dark side
of the moon
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
