See the distant and dim stars
in the bowl of the sky.
They cast a cold stellar breeze across my face.
They are no match
for the sun burning bright within my breast
and its aurora borealis
because of you.
January 8, 2014 by Russ L
See the distant and dim stars
in the bowl of the sky.
They cast a cold stellar breeze across my face.
They are no match
for the sun burning bright within my breast
and its aurora borealis
because of you.
Beautiful! Love “the bowl of the sky”
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There is something to be said for:
getting up after awakening in the middle of the night
going outside and
experiencing all of nature for oneself.
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Beautiful
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Thank you Daisy!
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Good love poem, simple and direct.
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Thanks!
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