Hi Dreamwalker! I just wanted to pop by and say that I really liked this. My favorite part about this is the beginning, actually. This part is beautiful:
she sleeps in the space between stars
dreaming of light as she rests and she waits
for the dust of her skin to erupt into fire
so that she may shine, a beacon, a hope,
when the blackness divulges honesty.
On a somewhat related note, I hate gin. Mostly because I hate juniper. XD
Anyway, keep on writing! And yes, I think you can call yourself a poet.
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