I stare
Motionless
At the darkened sky
Lit by the moon and many stars
I notice the unorganized placement
But they look so free
I see no displacements
As if every star
Is where it's ment to be
They create constellations
Forming as one
To create a picture
Or pattern
Disorganization
Is what creates
The most beautiful array
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My Poetry
شِعرMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
