Aurora

samuelpye  
Soaring through an aurora sky,
I catch up and let go,
soft snow falls gently to the ground,
we are warm,
as is love,
placed beneath the stars above,


 

1 thought on “Aurora

  1. That these poems end with a comma, a pause, makes me want to read them as one – which I suppose all our poems might be thought of in a way.

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