How is it that stars,
billions of light years away,
are able to mean so much to poets
And dreamers
And children
We can't tell them that they're making wishes on stones
That died billions of years ago
Because what's so special about that?
YOU ARE READING
the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoetryThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
