May 13
I tiptoe between the galaxies,
Chart and graph the journeys of the star.
Pen down their patterns and travels.
Like my ancestors before me.
Setting their constellations in ink,
As ancient art in marble.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
