Starr Severon Poems

Forever remains
that beauty in light,
divinity and enlightenment,
capturing souls craving
...

I knew she no longer felt fear
when
she held firm to my hand
leading me past
...

The ghost of me lingers on
never ending
like a sad slow melodic song.
Thriving from all the pain, and agony
...

epistulate
the
numbers are descriptive
of
...

What a sad waste!
Greatly sad.
A waste! , reminded, she knows....
..of all her woes, continuously
...