The city looks hollow
As if the night's going to swallow
La vie est c'est bien
Drives away the blues.
Fame is a fickle fiend
Hiding behind the myriad rues
Caressing the feathers of indent
Teaches us to breathe.
The cloak of insecurity
Clutches at the hem of possibility
Tightening a bond of old
Whenever we go bold.
As I wish upon a star
Special as I can be
Enlightening lives wherever I go
Spreading kindness to infinity.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
