Belonging to the stars
His name presumes
But he does not stare
At the night sky overhead
For he is locked up
Underground lost in a maze
And as he looks above
Instead of the dirt and stone
He can only imagine
A perfect summer evening
Out in a field
When the moon is high
And the wind sways the grass
And in this fantasy
He sees twice as many stars as usual
In another life perhaps
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Poems 2
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
