Milky ink spots pulse against
Obsidian background
Until the void is scorched
In its blighted wake
Newborn hues nestle
Sculpting the womb
Silver javelins pierce
Past asterisms; a cheap
Imitation of coma's flair
Clusters mingle slowly
Marking the genesis
Of blinding illuminance
Fragmented worlds drift
Past what once was and
May never be again.
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Raindrops
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that contains themes and topics loosely related to one another; some light-hearted and some heavier in nature. But be certain that you will find at least one of them that will resonate with you.
