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Brittle Passion
Just like the Sun,
Rising after every set,
I, too, shall rise,
After every bitter fall.
And just like that,
I was alone, again,
Rising for only the Moon,
Wishing I’d stayed on Earth.
Rising after every set,
I, too, shall rise,
After every bitter fall.
And just like that,
I was alone, again,
Rising for only the Moon,
Wishing I’d stayed on Earth.
Published 5th Mar 2018
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5th Mar 2018 9:03pm
Like the cadence of this. I love short lined poems with crisp lines breaks - bravo!
