God made it so that the sun and the stars shape the light of our world
Perhaps it takes a man to understand that he is
not ready for the wide variety of this land
In which the sun speaks the language of color
and the night paints the world with silence
And the stars; the verity of the sun
But man is not but a mortal, and that's why he can only reach to where his tongue allows him
And color
his reaches
with his own dye.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
