Dauntlessness
Notwithstanding, stars must be tall
To separate me from the waking-up of miles.
They glint when there’s no more light at all—
Drawing from my eyes; For on sky’s blackboard,
A p..m. set of chalks, rise in awe
To sketch, dreaming within a child’s hours—
Notwithstanding, stars must be tall
To separate me from the waking-up of miles.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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