I keep visiting the beaches
Each day getting colder than the last
I sat on the rocks and wistfully watched
Each day slipping from my hands.
Being human was an experience so inexplicable
Woven together with moments of
Humanity
And Divinity.
-My fingers getting colder and my heart aching as I speak
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoetryHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
