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I was laying on the ground,
Yet the world embracing my cold night.
The universe speaks no sound,
Yet a star above dance a twinkle bright.
A spark of a marred memory,
Create a space between past conversation.
To my beloved astronomy,
To a favorite star who belongs to unfamiliar constellation.
Another moment to stare,
Another time to wonder why things happened.
A more gazing on a flare,
Is a further of loved, forgave, and forgotten.
Knowing of doing nothing,
Sometimes, I wished not to see a beautiful imagination.
Tears of the stellar shooting,
Falling to a world that gives me desired destruction.
You are flashing so far away,
Even my fingers cannot point to reach that ending.
Sleepy ground on a dawning day, I should close my eyes to behold the awakened mourning.
A smile of an astrophile,
Who like to dream for a supernova on my galaxy.
Under the stars I feel,
I still always feel the false touch of your skin for sanity.
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PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
