I've always loved the stars.
Shining eternally,
even when invisible to us
and hidden by clouds.
Finding them to be
just travelling dying light
was a blow
but did not stop my love.
I might even go to
so far as to say
that this 'damage' of their image
strengthened my enamourment.
It's funny how that works,
isn't it?
And I wonder;
does it work with people too?
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Short Stories & Poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems and short stories. I write and publish them spontaneously- whenever the inspiration hits!
