Starrain

Fireworks are bleeding
from the sky
sleeping petals in the dark,
explosions of emotions,
wounds waiting to be healed.

And in the midst of
this midnight rain,
we are dancing
on the wings of memories,
colourful secrets
written in the stars,
unseen in daylight.

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Possibly the best of today’s batch. I mentioned that I filled two notebooks, but the truth is, they are thin. And as of today, I wrote 75 poems since August 2nd. It’s a lot and there are a handful of fillers. Wait… I said that yesterday, didn’t I? Either way… Thank you for being in this with me. ❤️💜❤️