The sky is forgotten without its holding stars...
For you remember the mention of the
endless, colorless, chandelier we call the sky,
by its holders:
The clouds.
The sun.
The moon.
The stars.
But never the sky on its own.
Reminds me of people, now that I think.
You cannot think of one person without relating them to others.
To those who they surround themselves with.
And when we think about all of those in relation to one, we already seem to have an opinion of them.
The background of a portrait.
Am I surrounded by those of the right image?
Would I care if I wasn't?
I never asked
I will not be forgotten
I will leave my mark
For the sky is forgotten,
Without its holding stars.
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Bits and Petals
PoetryA small collection of impulsive poems and short story's all written by the beat of a pained heart... Relish Soak
