Sonnet XIV – Fleur
Night skies above me twinkling in splendour,
Trillions of photons that offered me life.
I yearned to be a star in the tender
Vault, no longer rooted in mortal strife.
At the Back of Rowden White
A spacious, well-lit, and illuminated afternoon that
carries one forward through morose times
of dreary, unanswered dreams.
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