I always
heist little starts from the sky.
put them in a jar
And on my nightstand, just nearby.
Put it in amidst the dusky room
Just to feel less lonely.
Its yellowish beam
Brings solace only.
When the clock hits twelve O'clock midnight
I'll uncover the jar
And watch the stars swim in my room
It might look bizarre.
Tragic, isn't it ?
The fact that its all in my head.
Maybe I should stop living in fantasy land
And live in reality instead.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
