Breathe
Dulled silver softly gleams.
The pale moonlight runs across the dry, brittle parchment.
The pointed edge touches down,
pushes through,
and in flows dark.
Stars glimmer in the pools,
and once again, the night can breathe.
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ty.ferg
I'm from South Dakota and I love poetry. In every spare moment I am composing lines to new works in my head, and I am always working to gain inspiration from everything around me. I play the piano, guitar, ukulele, banjo, and percussion. I love to draw and I love anything that involves zombies. Someday I will see the world.
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