Least Read Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2024

Enraptured by the twinkling stars
    and their glimmer in his galaxy.
Umbra, release me from the trauma
    and deliver me into the light.
Purple ices over the midnight hues,
    and the reflection adds the silver lining.
Hanging on to the edge of the sickled moon,
    hoping to see far beyond the expanse
orbiting and interwoven by speckles
    that accompany me along the way.
Rotating planets foretell my fate
    then tuck me away in a dream.
Inspiration returns and struts
    alongside my rhythm and flow.
Cosmically lost...