#009
late at night,
if you listen close enough,
you can hear the stars sing.
and oh,
how melodious it is!
how graceful and beautiful!
the lullabies of the distant suns,
as they burn brightly-
their slim chance of being seen.
and as they burn brightly,
exhausting all their energy,
and sing their songs,
you sleep soundly.
#009- afterword
hello all! i was thinking recently about all the behind the scenes effort people put in. my whole world kind of expanded infinitely when i started to realise every single person was experiencing all kinds of different things, that everyone has a story. its been fun to analyse someone and try to see what kind of things they've experienced, yaknow?
this poem was brought about as i realised that just how everyone has their own story, every single person is going through their own challenges. oftentimes, we ignore the struggles of the people around us because its more convenient. and usually, the people who do their best to be there for others burn out and lose hope more quickly.
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Poetry.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑ a thought dump- an area to ruminate and reflect on life (specifically my own) mostly prose + poems if you're reading, then thank you! i only wanna write to make people feel maybe less lonely in dealing with stuff. ✧˖°.🪐⋆｡°✩
