Spydi-mel

We are poetry boundless and yet chained unknown to ourselves searching through the stars and knowing there was always more the stars are where our hearts long to be distant and cold, old and so alive myth and legend, poetry and song beating to the blink of our lives poetry boundless we are searching ourselves and yet chained to the stars and through always, there was more 'knowing' Fragile moulds, forged from sacharin dreams, to fill with mortal passion ablaze with starlight and hope blink to the beating legend of the stars old song, poetry our distant and cold myth our hearts long to be so alive and we, emblazened with