I sat beside a tree waiting for a shooting star to appear. I asked the stars, and later followed the path where the northern star lies, leading me to an ocean of misery. I asked again, but for redirection. The moon then shined as bright as the sun that led to an afterimage, a bright ocean of galaxies filled with planets, stars, and life. Then a shooting star came across my vision. So, I wished and saw myself floating in the universe.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoésieWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
