Quiet

With fickle folly,
and asinine unrest,
I introduce you,
to newborn skies

Bleak as my own,
with stars by the score,
that dictate my era,
‘tis they I adore

My blatant weak will,
shall bow out my knees,
for now ‘tis time,
to put all at ease

With fickle folly,
and asinine unrest,
I introduce you,
to newborn skies

1/15/02
©Hannahlore Starr
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