— VSM Presents —
Han's haven where they roam free, breathe and live. They left the door open welcoming you.
— Featured Poem —
— The Collection —
Each piece a world of its own.
Poem No. 01
We are made of fading things —
the last hour of amber sky,
a match struck in a dark room
for nothing but the light of it.
Burn slowly, beloved.
The night is long enough.
Poem No. 02
The sea does not mourn
what it gives back to the shore.
I am learning that from it —
to release without grief,
to let the tide decide
what was mine to keep.
Poem No. 03
There is gold in old things —
in the worn spine of a book,
in a voice remembering a name
it thought it had forgotten.
Time does not erase.
It gilts.
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