Nyx

Poplar trees
encircle us,

but look
skywards,

Nyx
looms,

this

great

open

dark

save

some

stars

and

moon.

Awaiting to be filled,
by human hearts, with
their nothings spilled,
till bursting with dreams
that won’t come true.

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