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Claire's Poetry Corner | Feb 5

Fire-darting Steeds by Anonymous I had a dream the sun was crying, swept away in winter’s chariot with a crepuscular sigh, and the world fell to the other less significant stars multiplying in unalloyed relief, outnumbering the heat and light of longer days. I spoke as if I had no mouth and stared as stars left my lips, spreading out against the sky in quiet settlement. They sifted my words into something finer than snow.


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