Poets by Linda H.Y. Hegland
Nov 18, 2025
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In the stillness of tears
the poets sleep, dreaming of
souls below the light.
No words left -
like a dancer alone on the stage,
steps forgotten.
On those nights their hearts
grow unquiet; marvel
at the dread brokenness.
Longing to be found again;
to find again, perhaps by
going home in a different light.
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