Starlight
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Starlit moments caught in the breeze
are filled with the echoes of memories
captured in the dark, where only the moon can see.
I let out my breath, ready to drown...
in the stillness... in the moment... in what's found.
Every dream is waking up that'd I'd long ago put to sleep.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (3)
Interesting to read and emotions emerging from each lines
Liked the vibe and sensation I got from this one! 🩷 thought I should note, I think there's a missing 'h' for 'breath' in 'I let out my breat, ready to drown...' ? but understood it still.
Beautiful 💞