Morning Star
Thousands of books do these rooms inhabit
They bustle with activity all day
The nature of the people is a little bit nomadic
Because they are those who never stay;
They are on a quest for knowledge
Their voices are not caged
They know how to use that gift
To speak for those who are forever chained;
They dream of stars and of shiny cars
Yet they know that they can never reach the morning star
But when it comes down to this
They are ready to be turned into ashes;
They keep their feet to the ground
The theory is extremely profound
They are wrapped in their own misery
Yet they find a way to live happily;
Even if the stars don't align
They would never forget that time
Which they spent watching the shiny cars
All the while thinking of reaching the morning star.
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Kalopsia
PoetryHave you ever experienced something so beautiful, so exquisite that it is next to impossible to experience it ever again? Some things happen only once in a lifetime and even though you might not know what fate has up its sleeve, you are always certa...
