The world rotates.
Not around me.
Not around you.
It rotates around
issues and desires.
The sun burns
with all the
furry and suffering
of love.
The moon glows
with all the
hatred of a
thousand miles.
Everything means more than life,
and we think we are superior;
and yet, the World Rotates,
the Sun Burns, and the
Moon Glows.
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Samy's Poetry
PoetryA little bit of poetry from this crazy mind of mine. Hope it helps you feel something. Maybe even think something. <3
