stars burn holes
in our child pockets
imaginations minds
stealing star gems
sparkling light diamonds
takes spun time skies
we can steal stars
big time creeping shines
star spun mist times
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem