Should all the lights vanish one by one and we were in the dark perhaps then you might see the way you put the stars in my sky, By ciensonetos

The roads we take are winding, long, and lined with silicate glass from accidents caused in the spaces between our lives,

A sonnet, memories of a morning long ago. Source: https://www.deviantart.com/riencuran/art/Sonnet-I-A-room-at-dawn-775722753