Friday, 14 March 2025

The Village

Standing in openness at Woodmancote
all alone without hope
a feeling of love in my heart
acceptance of a brand new start
I had never seen the stars..not really 
until now, away from the city 
looking at the night sky
airplanes passing quickly by
seems so near yet are so high
blackening can not hide the twinkles
that shine brighter than any light
dizzy as though drunk 
giving all of myself 
without any fight 

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