I stare at the night sky. Beyond the abyss. Patterns produce beats calling me into action. Shedding a light into my soul. Sparking the reaction. Good and evil crossing fine lines. I now graft like I’m dancing. Embrace responsibility like rhymes. There’s victory in a rock pile. Smash, smooth and stack them. Offer them and […]
Night Sky — Smith Shine Poetry
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