My heart still pines under the moonlight
Reaching high untoward the stars
Where dreams of you are distant, darker with my eyes closed now
Small beacons of hope for everything in-between
Snuffed out like flames by
Winds too strong and a rain too heavy
For hidden rainbows
©️The Sad Owl
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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