You are a pile of pure white sand
Poured from a vial into my hands
So soft to touch, so warm to hold
Beside an ocean that calmly folds
I cherish each moment, but I am scared
That I am clumsy and impaired
Afraid you'll slip right through the cracks
And them you'll be gone, and you won't come back.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
