![]() The Poets' StarsA Poem by MeganInk flows through the veins of the poet Brilliance churns in his cranium Black ink dries on the page before him And sets in stone on his skin His words were transcribed in the stars He'd return to them every night Only to gaze upon the beauty he's created And engrave even more stars Into his very own moonlit night. © 2014 Megan |
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