All their rhymes, of the stars
Sound the same, they are breathing
No! Sound like sighing over the tiresome
Void of night ---
The same scene they witness:
The tiresome void of night ---
Their brightness contrasted;
Their sigh: unjust.
The sun is also a star, yet ever shone
In the clear, blue sky
Never it tasted the tiresome void
Of night ---
How far are the others?
Stretched in the far-off distance,
But have kept their brightness
Though always paired with darkness.
Why detest the dark void?
It gives you luminance ---
Proud! All gazes at you
With wonders in their eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PoetryWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
