The stars are bright,
They whisper in my ear,
Telling me stories of galactic beauty,
Illuminated spirits,
Prolonged nights,
When time slows just enough to see everything clearly.
They whisper dreams into my heart and kiss my mind goodnight.
When I look back up at the shining eyes of those stars,
they pull at me,
guide me,
transport me.
I become the sky.
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Golden days
Poetry"She was free in her wildness, she was a wanderess, a drop of free water, she belonged to no man and to no city." -------------------------------------------- Let me show you the beauty in the world, Let me show you the stars in your veins, Let me...
