Tonight's Poet Corner: Terminus
Terminus
by Belinda Roddie
This shouldn't end now,
but somehow, I imagine
the stars that fall out of
the sky will burn up like
calligraphy on dry paper before
landing. The flakes of ash
will settle just in front of
your face, though your lips
will still sting, and the kisses
will still feel permanently stained.
by Belinda Roddie
This shouldn't end now,
but somehow, I imagine
the stars that fall out of
the sky will burn up like
calligraphy on dry paper before
landing. The flakes of ash
will settle just in front of
your face, though your lips
will still sting, and the kisses
will still feel permanently stained.
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