She gazed at the night sky,
Trying to find her star.
A compatible one,
Which will shine very bright.
She gazed at the flowers,
Which bloomed with pride.
Searching her own rose,
Was pricked with thorns,
More than thrice.
She gazed at the mountain,
Standing up high.
Firm on it's ground,
Which made her sigh.
Will she ever find the star,
With her name engraved on it ?
Will she ever discover a flower,
Which will describe her beauty with it's epic ?
Will she ever climb a mountain,
Holding it firm and right ?
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
