Ephemeral

Atticus_made

With blinding lights,

two stars touching,

it was short yet bright,

Filling my heart with all but fright.

 

It was distort,

my eyes could not handle the light,

all despite.

 

  • Author: atticus_made (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2026 02:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: "Lasting a very short time", it's truly amazing how many unique words there are available!
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 18
  • In collections: Leaning words.
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  • sorenbarrett

    Playing with rhyme is like the gravity of planets and their attraction to other bodies and at times they collide in destruction and others in harmony orbit. Well done



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