Ashen stars dotted across the velvet sky
Emit waves of cosmic radiance that dance on by
But beneath their shimmer lies a silent scream
A graveyard of suns, stitched into a dream
Nebulas weeps in ultraviolet haze
Cradling the ghost of forgotten days
Time folds inward like a dying flame
Erasing the edges of every name
For it is in the night where I hear the broken sounds
The ones who weep when no one is around
Their sorrows drips through the cracks of space
Unheard, unseen, in time’s infinite embrace
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Author:
Iris Lynn (
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A feel of dimed darkness from the start this poem carries a sense of melancholy and sadness, dream like it wanders toward its end. Very nicely done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
Thats a great poem! Some brilliant verses in that "time folds inward like a dying flame"! being my favourite great poetry.
Thank you so much!
Only one word would suffice - wow! Well done.
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