This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Good one, Frank. I like this a lot.
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Thank you Jane, glad you liked it
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I did 🙂
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For the 9 November there is a poem about how small this universe makes me feel sometimes…
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