You think they are clusters of gases and dust with the job similar to that of other luminous objects.
I know they are the billions eyes of the universe
to keep a check on each soul breathing and
then keeping the ones who give up on that act of living,
with them,
in the form of them.
YOU ARE READING
Perception
PoetryWhat is there now, Will fade soon What is visible today, Might become an oblivious moon What I see You can not What you perceive I may not. That makes You, You. And Me, Me.
