Accompanied by the moonlight,
Shining brighter than the starlight.
Thought I'd reach the burning sun,
Yet another lowly star, lost and done.
Burnt by the flames of sun's rays,
Setting the moon's pieces ablaze.
Even thought it would be safe to be closer,
For one was not aware of the clever danger.
Better that I did not leave the world of chaos,
Yet hope's still instilled, like coloured crayons.
Wiping out the sadness, inhabitants of such misery,
Given by the far, unknowingly dangerous light.
I know I should've made my own luminescence,
I could've done that and made my world in balance.
Where am I, frantically, where should I start,
I do not know, the ray of hope, from the sunlight's spark.
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The Whispering Quills
PoetryThis collection delves into the chambers of memory, where love and loss echo in hushed whispers. It's not just a book of poems; it's an intimate journey through the human heart, inviting you to confront your own depths and find solace in shared expe...
