A city so bright
You can't see the sky
So full,
You can't seem to fit
So clean,
You can't feel the texture
Come night, the stars call out
Emptying their lungs.
Look at us, they say.
They do not realize that we cannot see them, even if we try.
Perhaps
You could call it a misunderstanding.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
