I'm the Universe's Galaxy,
Everyone wants a bit of me,
Though I am one of many,
Indeed.
I spiral twenty four hours a day,
They call me The Milky Way,
I'm pink, cloudy,
puffy,
fluffy,
Contain stars have a golden epicentre.
A black sheet pulled from under,
sprinkled with salt or sugar,
creating billions of wonders,
sunshine, rain, lightning, thunder.
I twinkle far and wide,
sparkle for all eyes,
many stars have died,
planets everywhere you glance,
you'll be mesmerised, put under an inescapable trance.
From The Sun to Mercury to Neptune,
You see ones as huge as Saturn, Jupiter, consume,
gas, gravity, an invisible entity,
Rings like Uranus,
nearby like Mars and Venus,
A shooting star's birth,
travelling from yonder to Earth.
I'm a galaxy that holds life; one like no other, intelligent life, they have freedom, but are self-diabolical and homicidal at worst.
Was their strife a blessing or a curse?
I do not know,
I am just a mega constellation of stars;
they freckle me;
draw me out.
Yet they cannot hear one another scream or shout,
as they explode like blown up cars,
all that does is tickle me.
Orbiting each other like a cat chasing its tail for all of eternity.
The same old fate and its imminently.
While I watch Earth's people's enmity.
I cool them down, turn it all into serenity.
Beauteous is that ability.
I watch them grow in popularity.
For I am just another galaxy.
The universe is my galaxy.
It hosts me and millions of my siblings; the unity.
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Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)
PoetryThis book is a compilation of a random selection of poetry that are all written, made-up and conjured by me. Some, I just wrote for fun and enjoyment, and others are based off of personal experiences with my actual life. Most of them however begin w...
