My Creator
Infinity hangs high above me,
And satellites too -
Like the sky of frozen stars
At the end of this long summer
It’ll take me infinity to reach you,
Infinity to stop wanting,
And I just can’t
Copyright © Dana Abraham | Year Posted 2011
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