Ever spinning celestial bodies look down on us from above
Curating our precious numbered days and sleepless nights
Life too short to waste on performing for the sake of others
Indeed, you agree with those saying ‘this event marks the end’
Pretended not to exist, like sunlight covered by the brief dark
Selene, the moon passes on. Helios is free; warmth, life returns
Eclipses, as the untrue you, must soon pass to reveal the light.
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S.K. Wilson
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A lady that's all class with a touch of sass! Focusing lately on short stories and poetry drawn from life experience.
Debut novel The Knights of Avalon out now! (Book II Coming soon!)
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This is outstanding. You ARE a poet. “Life too short to waste on performing for the sake of others” ^^^ THIS
Loved this!! Very wonderfully told