The stately tragedy of dusk drew to its perfect close, The virginal white evening star sank, and the red moon rose. ~ Sara Teasdale (Rivers to the Sea, 1915)
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raging fire | 8
The time I was overwhelmed with emotions and I tried to write poetry: I feel it causing havoc, my mind is a dumpster of raging fire.Everything seems to fall out of place,it’s hard to pick up the piecesand I can’t solve the puzzle and make it whole. Those pieces are hanging, up and about, scatteredContinue reading “raging fire | 8”
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