The stars spend the night
Shining on the lonely water
And whispering wishes to the hot and tired desert.
Singing good night for the well worn mountains
And flowing rain to the old petals
Who didn't think they'd make it to tomorrow.
Their light diming and dying
But no one cares
Because they are to far away
To even see it coming.
Their elequent knowledge
Streaming and never stopping,
Not even to rest.
They are weary and teary
And they fear that this may be the night
That they stop dreaming.
Why waste your light intent
When you can shine on other.
But when this bright star
Burned to its core
It finally remember who it was for,
When its heart finally stopped
No one even offered to speak about this star.
They didn't even notice he was gone.
L.O.M
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Poetry By Me
PoetrySome poems I wrote,they are kinda wild and all over the place but they are unique and mine so please enjoy! Yours truly, L.O.M
