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Infinity

Rating: 5.0

Midnight strikes, and moonbeams howl
spiraling waves of ivory
Like charcoal lines of an old crone's face
Her wisdoms seldom savory
Like harbingers of autumns winds
Where the seven sisters' roam
Now derelict tides, weepily subside
As the ghosts of youth retreat in foam

Before you go, sweet Emily
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Sunday, August 1, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: space,stars,astronomy,ocean,mystical
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LeeAnn Azzopardi 02 August 2021

hauntingly beautiful

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