We are but stardust,
floating round this endless place.
Just switching from one to the next
after a few dozen seconds
or less than one.
It is our nature
to never die and
always continue in our floating.
Up then down, maybe bouncing into a few other tiny sparkles,
making another stardust burst into existence from the dying one near.
We feel...what?
A stardust is just there.
Not anywhere else than there.
Where it is and where it should be,
does not matter in the least.
Only the shining of the moon,
the nonexistent wind spiraling us along,
the tiny booms from new and old,
and the beautiful darkness that can never touch our glorious light.
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Let Me Show You The Night
PoetryLet me show you the way the night shines in your eyes. Highest rankings- #34 as of 7/27/17 #39 as of 7/17/17 #54 as of 7/10/17 #56 as of 7/7/17 #63 as of 7/6/17 #67 as of 7/1/17 #89 as of 6/30/17 #98 as of 6/29/17 <<cover by @2bulletsandadream...
