Bright yet burnt, yet full of light
Choking on fumes deep inside.
Gliding in space, emptier than abyss
Having no existence but still it is missed.
Slowly dying is the symbol of hope
A little lighter with each knot of the rope
Bigger than the moon, yet overshadowed
Forever is it doomed, yet it darkness swallows.
Powerful enough to defeat the night,
Yet cold and cavernous feels its light.
Lives inside each soul, and yet so far
The soul of each burning star.
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Coffee Stains
Short StorySwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains
