Lying on the grass of a valley you found
In the middle of a desert,
We peer at the sky.
The stars are all unaligned,
They're scattered,
And broken, and excited.
Isn't that beautiful?
Like castles of ashes
Building in the air,
They're building their own tales too.
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YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
