stars 13/08/24
it's dead quiet
in our world
always will be
under stars, we sleep.
yet even if
it's dead quiet
sound is with us
beyond skies, we weep.
and through this
we will find
that one star
over plains, we're freed.
so make a wish
upon a star
in hope that
in the dark, we dream
and between skies, we meet
under stars.
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Some [Ambrosia]-y Poetry
PoetryI wrote these when I was 12, don't judge, I just wanna put it out there. Ignore the dates.