By Grace Sinkins
Roaring night that’s freckled with stars
We watch the andromeda roam
Nobody knows the wonders that we have seen
Under the glow of a world only we know
The regulus leads me home
A child of august
Born a lion-heart and a compassionate lover
Forever mine under the milky moon
Hands intertwined like connected constellations
Golden air rises like my breath against your chest
I guess every star burns out in the end
About the Author
Grace Sinkins is a seventeen years old poet who loves reading classic books, thrifting oversized sweaters, and applying way too much eye makeup. Grace has been published in numerous magazines such as Corporeal lit, Meditating cat Zine, and Meadow mouse Zine. Grace hopes that her words can somehow make an impact on your day. You can find her in your local coffee shop or on Instagram @gracexlizzie.
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