The stars shine through the night,
Blinking, glinting, and glowing till light.
Then they fade,
Tired of façade,
Like dying embers in the sky.
Some of those stars fly,
Racing home till next nigh.
And we lie,
Staring up at the sky,
Watching them go,
Listening to the ocean flow.
The glowing ball of fire,
Climbs slowly into the mire,
That swamp of clouds,
With pink light proud,
Bouncing gently on the waves of wind,
Careful of their fluffy selves so not to bend.
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Poem Collection
PoesíaJust a compilation of all my poems. Enjoy :) NOTE - my other poems have been taken down and transferred here.
