Circle
They just go through me,
like light from street lamps
in the evening fog.
I breathe them in,
pass through my veins and
breathe out.
But they always leave a little piece inside me,
a small mark on a heart.
I am a star of a million lights.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2019
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