
She returns,
Above the hollows,
Believing change
Is something
And nothing.
She weeps,
Beneath the firmament,
Believing hope
Is meaningful
And meaningless.
Her tears
A thousand
Snowflakes.
Thoughtless winds
Fragmented
An angel’s wings.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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