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Her gaze on me
puts a stop in my step.
Warm, pure, dark—
none can ever be like her.
Her home is far from mine,
so I come to her each time.
Like a lost soul
led by a beam in the dark,
I trod in her wake.
Many love her,
but not like I do.
From the age of four,
my feet have led me to her.
She's seen me cry, seen me grin;
seen me fall, seen me win.
She has seen me
in each form that I own.
Thus I trod in her wake,
my gaze to the sky;
for the sky is her home
each time the sun sets
to give her a spot
in the dark over us.
About the Creator
Reiley
An eclectic collection of the fictional and nonfictional story ideas that have accumulated in me over the years. They range from all different sorts of genres.
I hope you enjoy diving into the world of my mind's constant creative workings.
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