Nova

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is the third entry of an ongoing memoir in poetry form.

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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I once held one hallowing flower... My time with which, I won't soon regret. Sweet scents did assault and devour... Twas but an hour until the sun set.

Sweet dreams for me once, now sting... A shattered heart too young to beset. Rendered harrow by horrible things... A precious light I can't soon beget.

Poetic verse made damned and dispersed... Ravenous blight disrupts on display. Sudden rainfall disbands once dry earth... These things I fear may never change.

For now, I just hope you wilt easy... Wholeheartedly chosing your scars. Priceless dreams I fought for now fleeting... With mangled hands, I try again to count stars.


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