Lost to my soul, angels ache,
No rose or lily blooms for my sake ,
No blossom moves to my taste,
I linger with ashen taste of death,
Still I wait for my gentle star to rise,
On the eternal pond's end.
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Author:
Kiri Noa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2026 13:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Rejected, broken but hopefully waiting
- Category: Sad
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