Beneath dying stars
And empty black holes;
A world without you-
My sun.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
Absence
Beneath dying stars
And empty black holes;
A world without you-
My sun.
