I never tire
Of watching the way the light fills your eyes
(Reflected in the orange skies)
The misty currents and the tide
Rolling past the fixed minds
And taking what the others defy --
To turn into something that always shines.
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The Second Time
Poetry☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...
