no rain, no flowers (poems)

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Three-hundred-sixty-five days,
Helplessly floating on the cosmic railway,
Via unknown gravitational source,
Together with the dead stars,
wrecked satellites, and lonely asteroids,
An endless and tacit repetition,
A sad life from a person holding an elixir,
Unable to execute its cosmic force,
A sunset kissing a frozen river,
Trapped by someone else's choice.

-Someone I know