Her eyes look like diamonds
against black holes in the sky-
I am recounting
my random decisions,
and... resting my mind.
I've learned the secret
in this
warm,
unlit
dreamscape.
Martyrs shine bright
in its milky moonlight...
as laughter's echo
rides off
on a
faraway breeze.
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A well articulated piece of poetry, elegantly penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Red. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.