wholeA Poem by the penumbra
How can you deny
the silver-dusted night sky and the stars that have fallen leave sparkles caught in your eye You are the book that leaves me longing, empty, aching to turn another page but fills me so completely that I swear I've finally became whole that all my broken pieces may stick together again, creases are left, scars yes, but I am intact; one entity and coming undone all at the same time. © 2014 the penumbra |
StatsAuthorthe penumbraHell, OKAboutHello all! I apologize, it's been several years since i have been on here, but I am more than happy to be back. :) I love all comments, questions, and critiques posted on my writings, and I will try.. more..Writing
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