Gracescuse
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Joined: July 2021 Last seen: 1 year ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

A beautiful disaster Blinded by the sight that lies; Above our heads, within star-filled skies The light, it shines so bright, our eyes; They close, waiting for the inevitable... – *by Isabella Grace Scuse*	35 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
We must stop, dear child. We must stop, dear child. It isn’t safe for us here. We mustn't get too close, For it's the virus that we... – *by Isabella Grace Scuse*	9 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
To whom the moon calls There’s something about the moon that gives off an ambience of mystery. Surrounded by the stars in the sky, it presents us with a dim light that can be seen from all around. It’s kind of magical, really. How an entire world of people can be... – *by Isabella Grace Scuse*	19 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

A beautiful disaster

Blinded by the sight that lies;
Above our heads, within star-filled skies
The light, it shines so bright, our eyes;
They close, waiting for the inevitable...

– by Isabella Grace Scuse

35 Views

added 2 years ago

Rating

We must stop, dear child.

We must stop, dear child.
It isn’t safe for us here.
We mustn't get too close,
For it's the virus that we...

– by Isabella Grace Scuse

9 Views

added 2 years ago

Rating

There’s something about the moon that gives off an ambience of mystery.
Surrounded by the stars in the sky, it presents us with a dim light that can be seen from all around.
It’s kind of magical, really.
How an entire world of people can be...

– by Isabella Grace Scuse

19 Views

added 2 years ago

Rating

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