
It is empty in here.
This place that once
felt the fire of falling stars
is now cold in his fading light.
So I shall invite you in
and ask you to bring your wishes,
and perhaps the both of us
will burst like suns again.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
It is empty in here.
This place that once
felt the fire of falling stars
is now cold in his fading light.
So I shall invite you in
and ask you to bring your wishes,
and perhaps the both of us
will burst like suns again.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Rhymes and Reasons
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Feeling this, I wonder to whom I would offer that invitation, or, alternatively, to whom I would not.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A poem of invitation by Nicole
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A little light from me 🙂
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So appreciated, more than you could ever know.
Thank you ✨
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