It was raining when we came to the place where the lines were drawn between auroras of a second sun and the memory of someone else’s past...
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Beginning
I’m supposed to write a poem about beginnings, and I can’t think of how to start it. Irony is not dead.
The Long Road
Blue fades to black and a sparkle of moonlightHold me close and tell me we made itBreathe eternity and listen to the song of timeWhile home collects new dust that will never be cleared away.Our road ended when it reached the starsBut our journey has not yet begun.Now memory is a racing heartbeatA shudder at …
