Universe
There is always more,
Than what you can see and hear,
That is to be felt.
And there is a will for time.
Pity, there is one,
Its own desire to take its own course,
Neither pacing,
Or waiting for none.
Like the will of the stars,
To appear in the night skies,
When you wish for the appearance
In the darkest nights.
A will.
When the night skies light
With infinite stars,
And their beams intensifies.
The dream in night.
The brightness in the dark.
"It felt so real."
It was because I felt love,
And a desire and more,
Than what I could have possibly felt.
"It can be real."
And if it were to be,
It would be more than love,
And more than desires
Of what we could possibly feel.
So we will wait for the stars,
Galaxies, and the universe,
To slowly will for their reveal.
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Handwritten | Poetry & Prose
PoetryH.R #3 IN TOLD | A collection of the told and untold, the hidden and revealed, but everything - all this and everything else - written down in solemn words, in phrases, compiled and collected as poetry and prose.
