Her sillage lingers,
inundating my senses,
with the aroma of
diluted stardust
and
particles of comet trails;
she left
taking with her
the sky in its
entirety
YOU ARE READING
Stage Play
Poetry" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
sill-age
Her sillage lingers,
inundating my senses,
with the aroma of
diluted stardust
and
particles of comet trails;
she left
taking with her
the sky in its
entirety
