In my lay on the cold long grass
in the dead of the quiet windy night,
the stars seemed to intertwine their hands
and smiling faces came to sight.
Each of them up there felt different,
but they all smiled just the same;
surrendering my eyes to the darkness,
I wondered if I was really sane.
Then one appeared to my left
a little sparkling body set loose
and as I peeked at that one thing
I saw it, right then and there, diffuse.
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Escapril - A Collection Of Written Poetry
PoetryIn times of nothing but panic and existential crises, one can only do that which they truly desire. I desire nothing but serenity with a ting of freshly brewed coffee, that which I find in reading underrated works and writing ones of my own. Record...
