your voice tries again
for a gossamer spell
a lustrous ghost
that can no longer
be conjured
for when it ceased
(the first time)
I rolled up the sun
and made my own light
here is my back:
and the scorch marks
to prove it
your voice tries again
for a gossamer spell
a lustrous ghost
that can no longer
be conjured
for when it ceased
(the first time)
I rolled up the sun
and made my own light
here is my back:
and the scorch marks
to prove it
“I rolled up the sun
and made my own light”
~
wonderfully expressed
I’m happy you thought so. Thanks!
“your voice tries again
for a gossamer spell
a lustrous ghost
that can no longer
be conjured”
This verse speaks to me on a personal level. Amazing poem! Great job!!
Thanks, Noora. Hope things are well with you. ❤