Nothing More, Nothing Less

Tue, 04/30/2019 - 22:04 -- Diinymo

I am not her,

Not my past,

Nor a name.


I am not the order

Of the stars,

Or the gods of the months,

Or the beasts that follow the moon.


Our value no more than

The gold in the dust

Or the whisper

Before the first light in the dark.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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