Down and deep, you are there.
Not a single glimpse was sent.
Buried on a wide land without ends.
Far and dark you are seen.
Hand and body can't be touching.
But the heat of yours i could feel.
Beside the Mrs. Moon you can't be seen.
Nor the Mr. Sun gives you the live.
But you have an exquisite will.
You are all alone running with your mind.
Abandoned with a demanding light.
Waiting for the fire gives you a chance, to be shine.
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The Black Star
PoesíaThis is the symbolism of life, love, and hurt. When brain can't tell anything, the words will be the right way. The poem will be the teacher, and you will be the seeker.
