You worry if you'll be remembered,
If you'll ever stumble upon glory.
Little do you know
That the winds speak of your story.
You wonder if you'll remain a legend,
If your fame will spread across a thousand miles.
Little do you know
That the stars capture all your smiles.
You wish that your name will never be forgotten,
That you'll always be loved as much.
Little do you know
That the ground treasures the feel of your touch.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoetryWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
