In the silence of the night, Whenever stars are faint, and with no light. At this point an elegiac verse begins to emerge, Anguished and with their eyes welled up. An individualized flower that blooms only one time. Now is here ignored in pregnant dark. As love that was once warm and now is cold. “Now, the vastness of space has lost them.” This story can be read ... https://thepoemsclub.com/