i find half my heart
in yellow lighting close to midnight
travelling home half-dazed
wishing i could dance along the concrete:
beauty comes in loneliness, beauty comes
in transience, beauty comes
in a world all my own- as
my memories give me heady immortality,
i think i'm flying. perhaps
the ephemeral
lasts the longest.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
