Beautiful stars sprinkled in the sky.
Dots of all shapes and sizes.
The colors in the sky blending to be the Milky Way.
Standing and observing, feeling and believing.
Light pollution hides the beauty,
It hides what our eyes yearn to see.
It hides what beauty the mind needs to experience.
It hides the sights of the world.
It hides the mind.
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Short Poems/Rhymes
ŞiirI don't know, I just like to write short poems/rhymes so why not share? I don't know if I'll ever mark this story as complete lol, I'll just update it whenever I feel like it.
