The summer ends too soon
and the sun is replaced
with nothing but clouds as
far as I can see, and
those same clouds at night hide
the moon that had always
been illuminated
by the sun and just a-
bout everything is
messed up and wrong, and I
can't see through the fog be-
cause it's much too thick, and
the changing leaves of red
and orange and yellow
are the only colours
that still remain in this
wretched place.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
