Her PoemA Poem by Max Meuniertime and circumstance forces holding us at bay notions of our union resting harmony turns dissonant when i listen to the tones the shrill cries of passing stars i try in vain to leap aboard scarred from having so misjudged the heights that i am not allowed in spite of my heart’s bursting but i have felt the shards of piercing work their way into my song words imbued that shape the softened strings that set this soul to brood in the offset glow of winter swept away by undertow one day we will walk while tethered in the hour of silent prose
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