With apologies, like the last written off the cuff and posted, no proof-reading or editing.
The middle of the stars,
The blackest of the night,
Shining through,
True like an arrow
Piercing the deepest,
Lighting up the darkest,
Picking up the fallen,
Never knowing when beaten
Today is tomorrow,
The future a piece of the past,
Time pauses for no one,
But no one is unaccompanied
Souvenirs, pest control and rain later.
4 days ago
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