Start at the beginning
this is where it counts
a single breath we give
right as the sun rises
someone lives
Go into the wild
under the hedges
follow the streams
find your heart
all you can ask for
waits for you here
Bring about the end
ask not to continue
dream this finish
----
The beauty of the wonder
Holds my every attention
Inside the window
Souls are trapped
In an endless babble
So they might learn
About the world
That they have lived
Run, and played in
Under the moon
That they might
Have an understanding
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The beauty of the wonder
Holds my every attention
Inside the window
Souls are trapped
In an endless babble
So they might learn
About the world
That they have lived
Run, and played in
Under the moon
That they might
Have an understanding
About the Creator
Minte Stara
Small writer and artist who spends a lot of their time stuck in books, the past, and probably a library.
Currently I'm working on my debut novel What's Normal Here, a historical/fantasy romance.
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Echoes Chase Languorous Illuminations with a most Pluralistic wave Shining face to face of Each * Acrostic poems are almost as much enjoyment as observing the two disks barely touching but give an unearthly tone to the daylight.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Authorabout 5 hours ago in Poets
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