Between the particles of star dust that form an immortal tapestry,
the ashes of the burnt stars that gather for an orchestra of majesty,
the flames of hope that flash in the night when sorrow reigns,
the planets that swim in melodies of forgotten kingdoms,
the universe that works as a clock, telling planets secrets to hide,
between the stars I used to count on my fingers of a child,
the moon that calls me at midnight when were both alone,
thats where me and you meet, in the fantasy we both call home...
It was our destiny to be seven worlds apart...
But in the veins of my blood I can feel your art,
calming my anger when my instincts form a novel,
wiping the rivers I try to store in a tear bottle...
Through my blindness I see,
from my grief I cannot flee...
Give my wish to the sky and let the galaxy turn it into star dust,
dust of wishes that will never come true, forgotten and lost...
Sara Khalil Doleh
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In Honour of the Night
PoetryDear gentle readers, I present to you some "Free written words", titled "In Honour of the Night" for my reader's amusement. These writings tackle the breathtaking details about beauty of the night. They may be short, but I hope you readers feel the...
