“One day she gave to solitude.”
A poem once read.
A life once lived.
A love once felt.
This could be a poem about secrets.
This is a poem about conscience.
Standing on the edge of a beginning
Strong-willed with nothing to lose
A star without her shine,
Did you know stars don’t really shine?
These are just letters.
As and Zees about nothing.
Painting picture of the past.
Carving realities of a present.
Dreaming hopes of our future.
This could be a poem about loss.
This is a poem about ambition.
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Well Done!
I love this… the authenticity