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birds, sky’s poets, bleed,
wings confess on dusk’s blue page,
clouds weep soft secrets.
birds, sky’s poets, bleed,
wings confess on dusk’s blue page,
clouds weep soft secrets.
Cold tide drags me down,
Burdened heart chokes—anchorless,
Stars yet pierce the dark.
Cold tide drags me down,
Burdened heart chokes—anchorless,
Stars yet pierce the dark.
Slipping through my hands,
Stars speak tongues, my weak ears seek,
Floating in the gray.
Slipping through my hands,
Stars speak tongues, my weak ears seek,
Floating in the gray.
As a poet and aspiring author I’m not sure where I belong to share my words.
Elon never stops preaching about government waste and inefficiency, claiming he’s the guy to fix it all for the people.
As a poet and aspiring author I’m not sure where I belong to share my words.
Elon never stops preaching about government waste and inefficiency, claiming he’s the guy to fix it all for the people.