These nights inhale,
Shadows exhale;
The time is late,
And dark waterfalls
Shudder beyond
Ourselves. My wings
Quiver as I am
Warped by wind,
My talons detract
As I am altered
By rain. I melt into
Myself.
I n t e r s t e l l a r
Is my name.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.