Your goodbye
Is the clouds moving in
The sun eclipsed
The stars never out
The moon packed up
When you leave it mysteriously feels
Like we’re living under different skies
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Poetry, stories and some random words...
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
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Benjamin Grossman 
Excellent imagery. Reminds me of young love. 🙂
Thank you. Young love, yes. That’s a feeling I could hold onto forever!
Absolutely. 🙂
Oh, happy. The world is bright and filled with light when there is a post from you. Divine!! 🔆
That’s far too generous and kind, but thanks! 🙂
Well I don’t think it is (too…)! :)) Love your poetry. It’s among my very favourite few. 💛
Oh, thanks again! 🙂
Goodbyes move our stars and everything with it.. Nicely expressed
You’re absolutely correct. Thanks for leaving some words!