Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Saturday, August 27, 2022

"Disappearing stars"

 Disappearing Stars

Until the cosmos turns to dust

Til every star within the sky should disappear

I will always love you

My heart will every time combust

My soul will always quest, a chevalier

I will remember you


My tears become the morning dew

My blood, the setting sun

I know my heart will always woo

In every life that's spun

Tout les vies, chaque vie


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