About Me

About Me (a poem)

Stars align for this moment. When the cold of the night meets the warmth of a screen. White, and lonely—

Like the millionth star.

The grass wet from undine's tear. Beads of life shine like gentle crowns. Cold—

The wind reminded me.

Alone, like the millionth star, I wrote my poems. A gentle breath into pale vapors. I just wished that these papers,

Will be my blanket.

And the inks,

Quench my thirst.

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