Its the End of the World as I know it.

LI/ April 10, 2016/ Poetry/ 0 comments

 

dying stars

Pulsing
reflecting
red dulls slowly to black

Crusting
drying
light fades to dark

Fading
dulling
the overwhelming distills

The one light
of common vision dies
exposing

The thousand lights
of each and every
soul

or star

shining their
separate light

Sharing what
they are with

All who can see

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