chase your stars you mindless fool
and do not wait for dying day
to take the light from your own pools
of life, and lead you far astray
and when the stars fall to the ground
think of yourself the lucky one
who's time not lost and love has found
beneath a thousand sinking suns
who stared into the blinding lights
of life, and said to Her "Be gone!"
for you, oh child with greater sights
in life have lost but mind has won
so chase the stars from their own sky
for you must win, a n d d e a t h m u s t d i e.
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just some more literary nonsense.
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Where Poems Come to Die
Poésiejust the little things that float into my head when i should probably be asleep.
