The conversations of the constellations
Are complications in which
Nations' observations
Can never give proper translations.
The stars speak of strong morals,
How humans never back down in their
Passionate quarrels.
The stars sing a hopeful tune,
And humans like to make themselves immune
To such purity.
The darkness of the sky I had never seen,
For the stars always gleam,
For the constellations go to such an extreme
Just to be in a dream.
The stars' thoughts are superior
To the blackness of space.
The stars make that black space
A bright, white light,
And it is always perceived as right.
The constellations' ideas are endless,
And often leaves it friendless.
The ideas it gives bring endless
Conversations,
Endless controversals.
Conversations within the constellations
Are never heard among the people they look upon.
But they are always heard,
An unspoken, beautiful word.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
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