Your eyes are a compass of the night,
directing wanderers to the incandescence
of your inner light.
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Always leading north,
no end to the warmth of your call
leading the lost to the brightest star.
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They travel in the hot sands from near to far,
to capture the brightness where it lies
while wishing for you to shoot by their side.
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I collect our fleeting moments and place them in the sky,
to show the tiniest lights of legends.
Connected to each other to reflect the refractions
of this celestial body’s heavenly life.
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About the Creator
A.M
Author and Illustrator
*Divine Timing poetry book now available on Amazon and Bookshop on Bookbaby
A lover of mythology, folk, and fairy tales
IG: @a.martworktime
Website: https://3amartwork.wixsite.com/artworktime
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