indigo fades into pale yellow
moment by moment,
degree by slightest degree —
and beneath an empty firmament
devoid of dreams
perhaps you’ll make your way
through another hollow day
wondering what it all
might mean.
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(mostly) short poems on life and love
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...