Lost star in the sky.
One whose creativity and
some stuffs I can't deny.
This lost young
astral welcomes me in her
simply weird universe.
The Last Human immerse
reflecting my
own
not-so-perfect world.
Oh whazzup! Said her
meowing funny kitty.
Echoes of her dreams
reverberates astronomy.
YOU ARE READING
The Stars who Shine on Ink
PuisiThese are delicate thoughts prompted and written in ACROSTICS about the good poetess and poet I have come across with. I believe, like opinions, POVs are entitled to oneself.
