when the sun finally sets, the sky darkening to twilight, i count the stars as they twinkle into existence, lighting up the world from far away; beacons of hope; paving the way for the lost. i
count them one by one, never missing a single
light, wondering if you're looking up at the stars
too. i look towards the moon. there's no need to voice my thoughts about you being safe and
content as the moon already knows my
deepest wishes.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
